Christopher Merrill

For Dawn Upshaw

O water, be the string to my guitar.

The land's encircled? Follow the evening star.

The flight attendant heads for her hotel—

The fossil of a bird rising through the tar.

Another photo-shoot for the pregnant model

We met in Andalusia, in a bar!

poem by Christopher Merrill
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