the man is a word
\nhovering around the edge
\nmuttering
\nshowing us faces
\nhinting at his relationships
\nhis dreams<\/p>\n
he is speaking
\nmoving his mouth
\nhovering around the edges
\ngesturing
\npointing
\ntelling us the things that have happened to him<\/p>\n
he is sad
\ntoo much has happened
\nhe is unable to tell everything<\/p>\n
nor can we listen to it all<\/p>\n
but:<\/p>\n
we can see what the man cannot
\nthe sea behind him
\nand all it has seen
\nas it gives him to us
\nfrom his day<\/p>\n
rhyming the words out of his mouth<\/p>\n
some terrible voyage
\nfrom stars<\/p>\n
and the birth
\nof his berth
\nof words<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Robin Wyatt Dunn writes and teaches in Los Angeles. Recently he was<\/em> <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" the man is a word hovering around the edge muttering showing us faces hinting at his relationships his dreams he is speaking moving his mouth hovering around the edges gesturing pointing telling us the things that have happened to him he is sad too much has happened he is unable to tell everything nor can […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":934,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-2851","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"yoast_head":"\n
\nmade a finalist for poet laureate of his city.<\/em><\/p>\n