Trip down memory lane
where
the steady step staggers
nimble grace quakes
atrophied and sluggish
or simply
swept off in the wake
of time cut clean
through the water’s face
the seasick bobbing
up and down and up again
makes meek
the flotsam body
blissfully borne by current currents
off to newer shores
If not the gnat then the horsefly keeps the company at my side in the tall hours of the afternoon: one born of future’s fancy; one sprung...
i’m topsy-turvy or all sprawled out like somebody’s been hit upside the head by some proverbial brick hewn from leftover gloom or pressed...
the old women’s summer seeps onto the city spilled honey waiting to be wiped away the dishrag night cold and clammy schemes from out...
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