Tuesday, February 04, 2014


In man-made rigid hulls would you taste the roar
Of a fold within the rearing tanks
With a slow flow of airstone
With a silvery sheen to the eyes and abdomen
Through which a pulse of light flashed more zones of the grey scale
Orange blossoms and buzzing bees raspberries and clover
The thermometer expanding in wood

If someone called to you, would you hear him make models of water?

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