Sunday, October 16, 2011

Empty swimming pool.

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--


The room they take up is where I was when I saw myself

The surface glare broadens like an I surrender flag for the kids


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