Ernie Bushmiller - Sluggo Dreams
The depths lie somewhere between white and an ineffective blue,
Drained, but cluttered--Waiting to be raked up.
Neighbor girls who remember the summer
Tattletale on its leafy edge, faces just--
Wheatswollen.
The room they take up is where I was when I saw myself
Admired.
The surface glare broadens like an I surrender flag for the kids
nightly.
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