Saturday, November 05, 2011

Broken Glass On Blacktop

in an antiquated hand
the note said she ran
rainwater down a rusted drain
we tried to explain it
but she was green, unripe and twee
took turns no other would have
caverns and tunnels and 
scattered stars of broken glass on blacktop
without a coat
without a care
hardly knowing what
unhinged and shoeless
Through feedback of memory
she returns intermittently
our lost mermaid
dry finned
her tail splayed
made plain
deafening and
deathly train

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