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


them whole.

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