Peoria, Tazewell, And Woodford: Here, There & Everywhere

The Last Thing Brian Jones Saw by Mike Foster

THE LAST THING BRIAN JONES SAW

 

Aquamarine,

The limpid spidering of light

The smooth tremble of brightness

In the blue-green, misty deep.

 

The eyes

Sting to take it in.

The eyes

Strain to stay open

To stare up still at this

Undulating aquamarine jellyfish

Of light dancing in the water

Above.

 

It is the wedding dance

Of the sea and the sun.

 

It is the deep rapture,

The fortune told by gazing

Into an amethyst sapphire

That speaks of eels and moons

And the floating sleep

Of bubbles.

 

14 November, 1976—5 February, 2016

 

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This entry was posted on February 8, 2016 by in Mike Foster, Poetry, Uncategorized and tagged , .
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