YOU COME TOO
A second plane flies low over the watcher of squirrels and dogs swimming.
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
you sit on the beach
waves rise full of maneaters
like deep gloom itself
to catch the light and sink it
and there isn't enough air in the world
to fill a single lung.
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