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Post by Ivan Carswell on Mar 6, 2008 17:35:59 GMT -5
Dolphins cruising just off the beach break while we watch enthralled – surf dumping short of a sand wall uniting extremes – long impressions of contemplative harmony. Back from the beach
men sleep through hangovers of nights rigorous celebration – with more to come – snores ring through flimsy tent walls spiced with idle farts of reluctant awakening. Brothers in arms embracing
the tall tales, the memories, the stories yet to be told. Here in a pristine seascape we take a break from sentinel duties and see a brother through the last days of his singleness. We’ve shaken the
hand of tradition – we’ve remade him a man. In a distance hazed without concrete or angularity I hear your soft snore through the walls, feel the resonance of your womb-like wisdom, agree it is
time to make peace. The shore break intercedes, a crash of waves with dolphins shadowed in the crystal green dart through my thoughts, echoing cleanness of a complete and eternal inevitability. © 11 December 2007, I. D. Carswell
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Post by Don Schaeffer on Mar 7, 2008 12:12:25 GMT -5
I like this little confessional coming to terms. A wedding? an argument with the groom? deep friendship that overshadows everything?
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Post by Ivan Carswell on Mar 7, 2008 14:41:54 GMT -5
A bit of all those things Don - but an actual 'bucks' party at Seal Rocks. We camped on the beach for two days of ceremonial revellry a month before the wedding. At the actual wedding ceremony the brotherhood was still vibrantly alive!
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