The Kite House
By Michael Domino  


Petrified playing cards frozen in peculiar time.
Bleached chair rocks ghostly; invisible wind gusts.
Surgical Crowbar rusted, unshielded exposure.
Double Diamonds peer towards Atlantic’s Horizon.
Binocular lenses inviting hungry eyes seaward,
Penetrate wide dunes; amazing, extraordinary oceanic world.
Gaze not from above nor below but from within gentle dunes.
Flourish amongst scraggly black pines and coarse green grasses.
Mingle mind with thoughts in potent seas’ soft cradle.
Through mystical doors; nature’s visual artist beckons.





















The Pearl Roth House site.


© 2007 by Michael Domino
Linger not. Flying Kite of imagined sail not weighty
anchor.
Clenched visions, rigid shoes; diffused at threshold.
Crashing ocean. Whisking sand. Fine mist. Diving plovers.
Funnel towards undulating waves kissing smooth wet
sand.
Sensations; feet, arms, legs, hair, face, ears, lips.
Taste salty flavors beyond humble twin’s safe haven
Electric sky shows−pink sunsets, ferocity, calm.
Star blanketed night; phosphorous meteorite sky dances.
Fifty seasons, invitations, expeditions, realizations,
relaxations.
Simple pleasures, treasures; then extinction,
unappreciation.
Strange, funny, weird, visionary …. dragged from fertile nest.
Forever sturdy, strong, alive beyond old friends vanished.
Replacement palaces pounded into fragile hearts.
Tall Ladders obscuring tender beach’s soul.