a late swimmer, touching
one side, then the other.
night window, this wine.
a walker, beggared
to the wend of a wheel
loosed from the lean of its car.
a bad man jawing
a gradient slur
of hand puppets
on another's dark drive.
a second swimmer
I hadn't seen, touching
the first. same stone
on the pool's bottom-
unmoved, unmoved
by the yaw of the moon.
Jul 20, 2012
Jul 20, 2012 at 3:37 PM UTC
a late swimmer, touching
one side, then the other.
night window, this wine.
a walker, beggared
to the wend of a wheel
loosed from the lean of its car.
a bad man jawing
a gradient slur
of hand puppets
on another's dark drive.
a second swimmer
I hadn't seen, touching
the first. same stone
on the pool's bottom-
unmoved, unmoved
by the yaw of the moon.
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