An ocean poem, a mother poem, and another poem
E. Fleischman
a.
An enormous anemone covers
the globe,
its blue-green brain breathing
deeply into space
its zillion tendrils languishing the land.
We walk through its fringe upside-down as it seeps through the air
and to us, its name is love,
on the land, lay by lay,
we come unexpectedly to the shore.
b.
Elastic Fleischman
could have been my name.
Expanding Scorpio Fleischman the Younger.
E. Hunter S. Wylde S. Chance Dayenu Blythe Odaway Rosenhart Fleischman
If you stretch it, it will fray.
It won’t fray, or
it may.
c.
This object
that is now
being read
symbolizes
the words you
hear me speak.
My throat analogs
your ears;
my visions,
your eyes.
Idea is action.
We are people
