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The Cave of Hypnos: Early Poems

The Salt Stone

Charles W. Bailey, Jr.

I have licked
the salt stone.

Run mad
as a mushroom cap
bobbing in the rapids
of a dark stream.

Leapt up
the oak ladder
to circle the
crescent moon.

The wind
lies languid
in the ivory caves
of your

The dawn wraps
your shadow
turning slowly
towards me.

Copyright © 2012 by Charles W. Bailey, Jr.

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The Cave of Hypnos: Early Poems