Poem by Florence Weinberger
The Wet Dreaming of Lost Sailors
Point us the way not to any fixed point but to the widest shore where we would step out onto some desolate place of unrescue seek sustenance restorative as manna follow paths hiding under burdened vines evident only to the remorseful eye find companions banded by mutual need and rancor each driven like blind salmon to the salt truth which in Paradise drenches the ground, fertilizes the narcotic proclivities that anytime we think to leave, we will bend our knees anytime we remember a city, a kiss we will lie down until we sleep and rise and know every waking hour is sufficient
About Florence Weinberger
Florence Weinberger, a poet, has authored six collections, most recently These Days of Simple Mooring, winner of the 2022 Blue Light Book Award. Five times nominated for a Pushcart Prize, her poetry appears in numerous literary magazines and anthologies.