Wet between your toes Softly walk upon the pond Beware of below
Leaves thrust, firm and new. Breathing with callow desire. Petals rot like flesh.
Don’t confuse the day With those who see the light. A shadow cast cools.
Eight point three pounds. Gallons upon gallons. Displace me now.
The one word to learn. In any tongue is thank you. Rising from your bunk.
To the sea you run. I am bound for now and stay. One blue and one green.
In a flat I rest. My neighbor, her blooms are fresh. And the rich look down.
A morning in flux. My dreams hang dark and real. Then I am free.
Warmer is the dawn. Still low and south though you are. Sullen chaste for now.
Molten on water. Crystals arranged on a breath. A threat for later.