L E N O R E K A N D E L
Emerald Poem
there reaches a point without words
safe a point deep within the emerald
seabright washes over eyes and tongue
frozen the stonebirds fly soft among my fingers
their tiny beaks tapping snowflakes from my thumb
the color of emeralds
the solid becomes the liquid and I the greenbreather
I am at home among the nebulae
in the heart of the emerald
safe a point without words
one is one and I the green breather
I the gill singer
oh the liquid green flowers that the small birds carry!
they fade to lavender
on my tongue
they fade to lavender on my eyes
oh the stars that devour me in the heart of the emerald
safe in the flowers of the emerald
safe at the point without words
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L E N O R E K A N D E L
from Cross-Strokes
Poetry between Los Angeles and San Francisco
edited by Neeli Cherkovski and Bill Mohr
Otis Books
Seismicity Editions
The Graduate Writing program
Otis College of Art and Design
2015
