Poem-A-Day: Memories of Japan

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Memories of Japan

Honey pours slow like New Orleans
Drips on my leg- a brown memory
of tongue in skin and poetry--
The calligrapher bends over my feet
inscribing the first book of you.
You could fall in love with me
of the painted hands and
back like a broad scroll.
I rise through symphonies of lightning to meet you.
I surface near your sun--
Too like Icarus, I fall.
Brown feathers dot the sky,
Punctuation for unwritten sentences.



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  1. LevineLiteracyApril 23, 2018 at 7:26 PM

    I love the flow to this...and the word choice is amazing! Mark

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