from here you can watch <br />waves blaze into <br /> <br />horizons that bleed and stretch <br />to the sun’s mediaeval eye <br /> <br />refining the sleeves of God <br /> <br />where waves whomp <br />screaming and sunshiver <br />in a syntax so deafening <br /> <br />they pirouette <br />in the moment of God dancing<br /><br />Richard Bunch<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/degrees-of-green-at-goat-rock/
