#457. no more rice or salt

January 29, 2011

once you go you’re gone
down the ghost subway 
no more rice or salt
to feel or make

old dreams young
and young dreams old
the sea returns me
and by the sea i escape

the compass
in my bakers hand
encircles my flying mind
crowns and directs me found

3 Responses to “#457. no more rice or salt”

  1. slpmartin said

    The imagery of this one intrigues me..stil pondering parts of the poem. 😉

  2. Evelyn said

    “the compass
    in my bakers hand
    encircles my flying mind
    crowns and directs me found”
    Reminds me how much I love your words.
    perfect stanza, especially the last line…
    its beautiful when read aloud.

  3. hames1977 said

    i love this line the best;

    “old dreams young
    and young dreams old
    the sea returns me
    and by the sea i escape”

    how timeless!

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