48 6 2
|
|
7288
|
|
300
|
What would balance look like/
if there were no stasis
|
6467
|
What would balance look like/
if there were no stasis
|
35801
|
Thinking about your eyes (and melting).
|
210
|
We’re safe as houses/
and unmoved. We grow/
accustomed to the sound
|
129155
|
You will never know how much it hurts
When someone else touches your face.
But I also know how much you count on others
To pull the slivers out of your heart.
|
86822
|
We’re safe as houses/
and unmoved. We grow/
accustomed to the sound
|
300
|
They drop, pale green and yellow,
full of pollen, to cover the pool deck
and coat the surface of the pool,
a shrunken Sargasso Sea come inland.
|
110286
|
They clog the skimmer basket/
and fill the small Polaris bag.
|
100
|
Crude brutes//
and opportunists, Mycenaeans/
can’t be trusted. Neither can/
sub-literate Dorians who descended,//
outbruting them.
|
6921
|
|
122482
|
Running into the fire, the smoke and the chaos;
selfless first responders, innocent bystanders,
and dedicated runners
|
6133
|
Crude brutes//
and opportunists, Mycenaeans/
can’t be trusted.
|
300
|
Their nouns are few and stark./
Ours are numerous and dappled/
or subtly shaded and shadowed/
by circumstance and possibility.
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