Desert Places / Mattresses and Motorbikes / Infinite Allure
an anthology
[Desert Places]
A grain of sand in desert places nearly disappears.
A single star in billions is lost.
The ocean soon forgets a ripple, snowflakes melt away--
The perfect skipping stone is quickly tossed.
Only God could make a man to matter.
For which of these has ever looked above?
Certainly no blade of grass, nor bumblebee, nor pebble.
No mountainside has ever heard of love.
--
[Mattresses and Motorbikes]
I dream of mattresses and motorbikes
Of soft down piles and moonlit miles
Of engine's roar and contented snores
And truly precious little more.
--
[Infinite Allure]
A gleaming brooch upon her satin gown,
She dances east to west.
In the dark of night she dons
A slimming silver-buttoned dress.
She flaunts a panoply of shades
Though she herself remains demure.
There's just one thing words can't express--
Her infinite allure.
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Dan X Catena
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