Poetry on the Way

Poetry On The Way has returned to the TTC once again. apparently this is the tenth year of the project. There have been so many that have grabbed my attention, and I always find myself without pen or paper to jot them down.

This one is entitled Escondido Nights by Jim Christy, who joins a
legion of poets whom I haven’t heard of until I stopped subway-flirting
long enough to look up…

The moon is the shape
Of this hidden cove
fishing boats are constellations
We floated through a heaven
that glittered phosphorescent
like plankton in tinfoil
And paused between a pair:
Aurorita and Viridiana, to thrash about like comets just
Let out of school.
And continued on a light year
later Moondust in my mouth
And all over your body