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Al Fresco Caf? Poem #244
By Duane Locke
I have waited 244 days for Renata
Rain was hidden in the surrounding air that rubbed
Its dampness over my cheek spotted my forehead
With invisible drops cloud shadows give birth to a blue
That almost weightless sunk to the lake's bottom
And sent out a deeper and darker blue to circle
Around the stem bottoms of purple toned water weeds
Washed away the water color washes from the brain's galleries
Turned the nerves into mirror that reflected
The coral colored lips on the sand grains beneath the water.
Duane Locke, Doctor of Philosophy, English Renaissance literature, Professor Emeritus of the Humanities was Poet in Residence at the University of Tampa for over 20 years. As of July, 2005, he has published 5,496 poems in both print and online magazines, such as American Poetry Review, Nation, and Bitter Oleander. He also is the author of 14 print books of poetry and, in 2002, added 3 E books, The Squids Dark Ink, From a Tiny Room, and The Death of Daphne.
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