2007/01/11

thousand, or, how it was the wrong season to write with a pounding heart

she sounds like dragonfly wings
sapphire-drenched clustering dis-gemini flashing
four directions, four sounds, four windy
–above my water-logged ears, a reflection–
lofting vessels of chitin and light:
is how i saw her humming
in the swing
out back
today.

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