by Spiros Zafiris
then, Linda comes to mind
she surfaces from the everpresent
to the ice-cold now
everpresent is softer and more distant
ice-cold is harsh and in the kitchen
there is a fountain somewhere far
let us toast its cleanliness
may the waters clean therein
soften the poet's memory--
as tender as his heart, his love
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..channeled; spirit Ram; 1988
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ABOUT THE POET ~
..Friday, Oct. 28, 2011..>>i am a Montreal poet, 61..a, Capricorn (late December)..single..not looking--, a hermit..many of my poems are widely available online--(ezines and periodicals, and anthologies)..presently, my greatest loves (poetrywise) are tanka and kyoka, ..in earlier times (1979/81) i self-published 2 books of which I sold 5, 000 copies in approx. 3 years.., of poems, Very Personal/Midnight Magic..
Last updated October 29, 2011