Tuesday, October 11, 2016

Dapper wands of great effort
in the diving field,
long fins on hot compass of water,
taut mongrel dog
learning to eat upright.

One of the defeated
whose dreams proceed.
Consider my hands:
what more is there
for them to wring into life?

Strumming our graveyards, my cat and I
let ourselves into the big books.

And a wave shapes the world
for our feet.

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