we cannot, though, mistake sleeping
for dreaming: the fluttering of lidless eyes
against these aquatic nights, the air
thick like dredge water. but please note –
do not answer the door if it knocks
do not overlook the women’s lamentations and anger
make no assumptions. the way forward is murky
these waters may yet be the home of gatormen
and resentful catfish
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untitled series 3 (Spring 2022), number 17
there again a mediation on water and on walking
the Sunday sun paints stars on southerly drifting water ripples, then devoured by the boat’s edge
as Saturn eats his son as black holes overtake
light on the event horizon
and I rely again on the dreams of fish
at rest and always on the move
