The Reincarnation of Hippolytus in Florida
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Another dream he had in boyhood nights
Trapped boy upon the brackish shore, lagoon
Of seaweed shore, and like the nightmare blights
All boys must suffer these entailed a moon
Of slinking poison. Suddenly the waves
Became the ocean. Then they all withdrew.
Orange groves behind him lost the aisles and naves
And instantly the shoreline turned to glue
Beneath his feet. The waves dragged farther out
And formed above a silent undertow
A silent roar. The dream produced the flout
Of all things safe. This boyhood learned to know.
It knew that doom cannot be fled. A wave
Too huge to flee became a crushing grave.
~ Phillip Whidden
by phillipw | Jan 29, 2025 | Uncategorized |