say you're lost in water
pink rocks where waves simmer
deep rose when wet
water's so cold it burns your thighs
the sand stirs, flares out
you can't quite see your feet
bare and pale
thin as Christ's
or say you're wearing boots
black rubber, filling with water
dragging you down
say your lungs tighten in the freezing air
shrink into pink popped balloons
say it starts to snow
or say you're at a party
in the deep end of the pool
in your bikini with the ruffles and the stars
the birthmark
on your left side
like a meat-colored fig
and say it's the moment the crickets start
a string of Japanese lanterns
vibrate in the breeze
faces flash red and yellow
in the deck chairs above you
and confetti
floats to your arms
party candles crowd
the ceramic edges of the pool
say your ponytail catches fire and say
you feel
a hand
on the crown of your head
say you go under and under
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Version 2.
the deep end
in your bikini with the ruffles and the stars
the moment the crickets start
a string of Japanese lanterns
vibrate in the breeze
confetti
floats to your arms
party candles crowd
their ceramic edges
your ponytail catches fire
a hand
on the crown of your head
you go under and under
Monday, April 23, 2007
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3 comments:
Christine, I really enjoyed v.1 - but I don't know too much. =)
Thanks Rachel! Yeah, I'm torn. Version 1 might be better...
I very much like version 1 too, but I think it isn't quite finished; something to tie it up like the small sail of a surprise at the end, something alluded to before, perhaps, to push it out into the deep end where the merry fates of poems find their course.
But what do I know? ;-)
Enjoying your work muchly, Christine.
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