JOHN CASQUARELLI
when passing through sullen sea-shadows
because I linger still when hosts shall no more wander
onto sorrows
& bravado
that burst like blue giants
in nature
necessary
frightened
naming the nameless air
heightened by eternal blooms
in human spirit
reaching the edge of the wet rice plains
hungry & holding
of mind & mystic whims
concealed in luminous silence
summoned by water wind obscurity absence
between farewell & anecdotal bliss