The Undulant Trees
The Dance
Watching the lights
spin through minds--
red, yellow,
I think of fires and traffic signals.
Not a
baby
cries
but spins through minds--
red, yellow.
- - - -
Fishing at Dawn
Uh!
spuf spuf
swuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu
uh!
spuf
swup
swuuuhp
swap
shivers
of rainbows
spouts
of water
slapped
into drops
the cave of a mouth
fins
writhing
3 feet high
shuddering the wind
glancing the fire
- Brian A. J. Salchert
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