please advise stop
it was once believed that metals grew in the earth the way plants fill air stop
skin of my fingertips pulling itself taut to receive sensation stop
this stubbly, chapped rough-cloth is my passion and nostalgia stop
erecting my window to hidden faces and wrapped hands please
touch this last flash of sunset where it cracks the glass city stop
I turn into the mineral of my obsessive imagining please
floodlit in an otherwise lost memory please
an inner harbor where infected mice scuttle from ship to docked ship stop
the chord sung must be higher because I’ve gone to roof’s edge to sing it please advise
—Rusty Morrison
____This poem first appeared in the web journal COCONUT, #7,
the editor of COCONUT is Bruce Covey. http://www.coconutpoetry.org/