Posted: May 12, 2010 in My Poetry
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Disappearing pearls,
knotted in my fists.
I pull the water toward me,
follow the blue tile stripe
to the edge
and again.

Headless bodies
sidelong in my glances.

lights burst
like dandelions;
shower shadows
to follow the dancers:
ugly and small.

Someone swims by
hair a melting, bright streak:
blind-fish, waving toward the surface
of sporadic, broken water.

  1. Mark Byrd says:

    May GOD Bless!!! Mark

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