Saturday, April 23, 2016

Jeffrey Zable- A Poem

BIO: Jeffrey Zable is a teacher and conga drummer who plays Afro Cuban Folkloric music for dance classes and Rumbas around the San Francisco Bay Area. His poetry, fiction, and non-fiction have appeared in hundreds of literary magazines and anthologies. Recent writing in Serving House Journal, Futures Trading, Unscooped Bagel, Mocking Heart Review, Houseboat (featured poet), 2015 Rhysling Anthology, Revolution John, Abbreviate Journal, Weirderary, Third Wednesday, Mas Tequila, DogPlotz, Bookends Review, The Vein and many others.


We sit on the roof of twilight
remembering glaciers
that melted in our hands,

and insidious batons
that waved over our heads,
turning to dust
in the moon’s red eye.

We could run with lobsters
through sands of delirium
on marigold beaches,

or jostle with ladders
whose broken tongues
lick yesterday’s salt.

We could burn with fragrance
in a numbing aphasia
at the bottom of the sea

and finally return home
to a city of avalanches
and ten thousand fingers

unraveling our names.

First published in Ditch, 2013

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