~ The Poet's Place Cafe~

Where I come from land lies flat as paper.
		Pine, spruce, holly like dark words
left from a woods.  Creeks coil, curve,
 		enigmatic as women.  To know the depths
you must dream.  In the mountains
		for college I walked up and could see
 barns, cows, house smoke, but no boats.
		Hillsides of winesaps, still, perfect.
 
Here my little boat takes the night Bay.
		One far neon light tosses, a city
	people walk alone, its rhythmic
		landscape cut from marshes and cries.
On black water it is all mine, first
		beginnings, endings, love's beauties.
So when I move, it moves under me, and knows me.
 
~'Night Pleasures' by Dave Smith

Snowflake  (E) ...in a child's eyes #1182457 by Dave

Dave
"The Poet's Place "