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reechy

Published: Apr 29, 2015

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cathedral of coquina
sea stained glass windows
perched atop a river delta
nestled among the pooling eddies

a bed of river rock
baptismal floor of holy waters
curling around driftwood pews
and mangrove pulpit

aviary cupolas
for the osprey and egret

cherubs hide themselves as stars
winking through the skylight
god is a celestial being
watching, fishing

from the moon or sun
he is a cyclical traveler
draped in robes of indigo
smiling on the horizon

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Georgia Tech, Chapel Hill, Eckerd, UCF, Bard (where Neil Gaiman teaches

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