Wine over sonnets

These sonnets
aren’t rickety
at the Regna Loca
with my love
in the Motherland,
where we
was all begot,
libation for the wanders
and sips were had
as sun kissed skin…
and burdens
melted away
mountains called out
to their children
who were muffled
by the Leviathan
to come hither,
wander the Earth
before you return
to the dust…

A reading of the piece… by way of Dave Brubeck

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