Wednesday, September 14, 2022

Patriots Day with the Block Island Poetry Society

Jim Plunkett returns in the arms of angels,
One thing we will never see,
Focused as we are
On defeat and victory.

                                        But the sea cries
With you, whatever it is 
When you've lost your grip
(Not that you've ever had one).

The holy null is pulled through
Computational Napier rods.
The deaf recreate Aboriginal tongues
With sound alone.