Wednesday, September 5, 2012

The Second Pond

I wrote a poem last night.

The Second Pond

An hour ago
I was handed a word
which I cracked like a nut
to find inside
the sound of eyelashes
batting against the pillow

it used to be so easy to sleep

there was a song to play
             come morningtime
words to speak that afternoon
a place to be from

the second pond
(the littler one
which fills too quickly
with green plant growth)
is home to the biggest fish

who we never manage to catch

                           Let her swim.

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