Motion delicious skiffs across freshwater lake spliced poise of sun
whose icicles long dissolved are now transmade into the glint of sky backatcha
laxing into warmth qua punctuation's daylight with a purpose pungent or disowned
my way is made for me in present tense alone out here in streaks of slap down against muscular reflex lashing waterfirm resisting being placed into a speck of photograph failing in the act of capturing this breath-light of the animal all mine
2 comments:
I like the mix of vernacular ('backatcha') and formal speech ('transmade'), echoing the 'muscular reflex' of... life?
Muchas gracias, Ivy - just back from Michigan, and this arrived not long after!
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