Peter Chapman Poetry


for Snyder & Coltrane, bopaloo-la

the air has sun and water in it
and spins over the beach
and houses
and the sandy road

phone lines glint in the golden air,
down the long straight road
bearing the ocean's watery version

fish swim below the waves;
fishermen cast out their lines

here you think all day
about the world curling up
on the sand, the land

rose dust hue
of fast car fast boat sweet bodied
mist in soft, in firm and loving curving off
magic day magic night, moon in blue
with stars then sun to heat, to people
sunning drifting off, spinning gravity
into tides of heaven, you watch

and enter the best places