By the look
of his wool
held in place
by a universal
grammar of touch
I will be praying
to my higher self
just to be with him.
You know, that place
where the jasper sea
waves dance, like lost
monarchs, through
and with the ocean mist.
George Cassidy Payne is a poet from Rochester, NY. His work has been included in such publications as the Hazmat Review, Moria Poetry Journal, Chronogram Journal, Ampersand Literary Review, The Angle at St. John Fisher College, and 3:16 Journal. George’s blogs, essays and letters have appeared in USA Today, The Wall Street Journal, The Atlantic, Havana Times, South China Morning Post, The Buffalo News, and more.
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