Treasure Island

Joseph Narusiewicz

(9/29/50 / So St Paul, Minnesota)

What Lasts


Everything comfortable except your guts
Way inside these missive canyons
Purple authenticity
All these minions of antiques
Dappled by a need for purity

Her blood is pensive fire
The mirror shows a sea
Your hands of spring
Calmed by a small world
I can change so little

Stair way winds like a game
Trees and rivers
Clouds with fractal mystery
Blue gratitude
What lasts is the resurrection

Submitted: Monday, September 23, 2013
Edited: Monday, September 23, 2013

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