"'Theirs was a / music sinuous globular-' *
he stands, crumpled
, deflated.
she sits,
toes disturbing the sand
salt pools in her lap
soaked into skin.
In the moonlight
everything is unclear
-except-
the twists in her face
and the crests of crashing waves.
all that's left now
is the long gritty walk
back to normal.
*(e.e. cummings, 'Cleopatra built') "
Tuesday, January 01, 2002
Theirs was a music sinuous globular
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