april 20th, 2012 - “waterfront.”
we skipped stones,
and whistled like
the world was floating away;
in my dream,
we spent that afternoon
on the docks,
staring at the water,
wondering why all
the beating fish hearts
at the bottom of the lake
weren’t strong enough
to ripple the surface.
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