the poetry of Charles Fry

31 August 1994

Norwegian Cockatrice Lampposts

as i lie upon the dirt hill
cuddled warm beneath the stars
and restlessly roll and twist
in the care free autumn bliss
of night
i imagine the busy marketplace
of Damascus which i visited once
as a child
with its masses of squirming people
and squealing animals and
carefully covered walls beckoning
calling with protection from the elements

and then
my senses
are revived
giving me
a renewed
sense of
clarity a l l o w i n g m e t o b a s k
i n t h e s i m p l e n o t h i n g n e s s
a n d e n j o y t h e s i l e n t s p l e n d o r
t h a t t h i s w a n d e r i n g l i f e a s a

s h e p h e r d

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