I carried you on earthen wings and when we began the feathers that fell sprouted fish which flew within our trail.
Milkweeds grew from the red-soiled banks. Their tops spout like tiny fountains. The Birds bathed within pink milkweed pools.
Downstream a chained woman cried, her blouse coated in sweat and her arms pulled tight. Her face lifted towards the sky, and her mouth dripped thick saliva.
A broken windmill floated in the gusts of wind And the current flung us into space.
You gripped my neck and ran your hands to my chest. Your fingers stopped at the pulsation and you delivered a pin to my left ventricle.
Poised and clenching we watched the continents turn grey