I Believe in Everything

March 15, 2012

Call it Swimming

Filed under: journal, poem — Tags: , , — Lea LSF @ 3:47 pm

Call it swimming, an afternoon
like this, and wading:
this warming breeze.

The inner square of Ithaca
swept hush, while at its
shore, the terns make

what they make of spring, so early
and itself alone. Divorced
of frost to usher in

the bleating of this year,
evocative of flower storms
that near. They carry in

this breeze on backs, the terns,
to flood this square, its air, like blood.

No difference now,
this outside and what’s not.

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