Thursday, September 29, 2011


pull your limp foot over past the green
edge of the lake turned black you black
thing face shining nearly white in the sunlight
how much like an angel or mirror
of light you seem with that telltale leg
built for the deep. Your webbed feet your hands
slowly layered in the dust you are trying to breathe
this air that is ours this frightened air
pierced with your dark exhalations