Still Wandering - an original poem

in poem •  8 years ago 

Do here I plant my oar?
Boreas blows only sand

industrial haze
cities of the north
draft from passing trucks
winnowing the grain
laid on the road.

Everyone's seen the sea on TV;
Instantly devouring
Slaughtered rams and bulls


I wrote this a few years ago in China, at a time when I was reading a lot of Homer. Thank you for reading.

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