Filming Pilgrims

Post wife paroxysm now starched,
Elbows red in white rolled sleeves,
His secret burns fast, pan,
A well-positioned boy who smokes out a window,
Discarding his amusement for a hummingbird.
His green sharkskin suit, brightly alert –
Dusted by sunshine, weakened with night.
Heartbeats, just over a wing he spots you.
In the span of a wink,
He’s gone from the ledge.

Trunks and leather cases, heavier with
Steam rises and ghosts we suppose,
The culprit which brought the pilgrim down.
Lighter than ice,
Thinner than sand,
Boring with water,
Less traction than time.

They agree to judgement overseas,
Extradited counts by courted spoons,
Sugary rebuttles, yet smoother than skin.
Sentenced by an officer not by a law.
The longshoreman affixed to his piers,
Neglected the icarian judge,

Drop open, wide the row-filled maw.
Obsteperous cats howl in amusement,
Floundering and crazy. Then up tip toes,
Lanterns blue and burning, red glows.

Sandbars fascinate every species, quite.

Another boss, still as mannequins,
In the shallows warmth,
Twelve years gone, a five and fins,
I froze. Adroit at his asides,

Still rolling my eyes.
A mother shark skinned my legs,
Cold water licking a golden shore.
“Killing thing,” I dive.

Flaming air lit by azure CH-4

Me, beside her eyes wide,
Sinking, burning with the tide.

Ilene

Female. East coast transplant living in the Bay Area of California. Living with Stage IV breast cancer. Married to the coolest guy in the universe who occasionally suffers from serious depression. Love my stepsons, although I never thought I'd have that thankless job - ever! And my best friend Simon is also my cat. How I have survived with stage IV: treatments including chemo and surgery; palliative oncology; tenacity; a dark sense of humor; support groups; and my newly reinvented career as a vintage and antiques maven. Some days I miss the old me who led a well respected and well paid life as a business strategist in high tech. So much for that. I blog to simply share my experiences and my poetic approach with others who have cancer of any kind or with their care givers and those who love them. If one person at the very least finds a little commonality or a friend out in the ether tor a smile, a common nod about this experience, or even a link to assistance, then I have accomplished a small but extraordinarily meaningful goal. Go team.

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