North by Northwest


The cooperation of our wings
allows the coronation of all
this blue – recuperation at its
finest hue, crowned in sifted
sunlight, to the core.

We don’t know the numbers,
coordinates lost in translation.
We only know true north, the
coordination of our souls with
sky and lake-shimmered moon.

Too soon, we head home to
corporations and cessation of
gentle spill, watch the counties
click backwards against our will:
Washoe, Lyon, Mineral, Esmeralda,
(time draweth) Nye,

And hark,
we’re (un-Tahoed)

Written for Poetic Asides

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3 Responses to North by Northwest

  1. felicity says:

    You are such a word magician.

    Love the ending … un-Tahoed. So sorry you guys have to go back home. 😦

  2. Candy says:

    coordinates lost in translation – glorious description of the perfect vacation

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