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Embarcadero By Greta Boesel
It's
cold on the pier at dusk, An
orchid sky turned dreadful blue Deepening
quick and sharp before Retreating
into dark Beneath
the gulls, another sound The
scrape and slam of skateboards Gritty,
accidental Cement
calling to water Behind
me, the buildings sit Big
and square and lattice-lit Smug
in their vigil, A
thousand flattened eyes This
city is filled with an ungodly
beauty The
kind that makes my heart still, that keeps
me awake and nervous A
million people shooting off their quiet
rockets all at once, A
silent thunderclap for every structure A
too-electric web strung from shore
to foggy shore, And
I within the net -- Sometimes
a gaunt passenger chained
to a bus seat, Sometimes
a shadow stranded on a pier, Always
a seeker of earthly spoken voices Out
here where the stony ground Needs
boards and wheels To
make a sound
Copyright © 2008 Greta Boesel |
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Greta Boesel is a freelance writer and
editor for clients in the public relations, technology and healthcare
industries. A classically trained pianist, she writes poetry with
natural cadence and a humble melody. Her work has appeared on
McSweeney's Internet Tendency, but more frequently on the craigslist résumé
board. She lives in |
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Reproduction of material from SoMa Literary Review pages |
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