Sunday, December 19, 2010

Bl. Urban V


the goldfish floated like silk

at the top of their tank.


you were asleep

in a coral pink

oversized chair, so

I retired to the bath.


once out of my clothes,

I stepped in quietly,


disappeared below

the milky surface.


the vineyards on

the other side

of the glass

are encased in ice.


the winter

swallowed

them whole.

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