The swell of your tidal-pool feeling

   drown me on the banks

   me the little child dunking for crayfish

   me the young man diving for you pearls

you a bottomless

too heavy the water

                 I can’t go deep

                                             yet

for now, I hit the shore barefoot in you sea

watching you      pearly crayfish

      you wash desire on my barefoot boyfeet

and my thoughts sink like newspaper ships.

[1970]

06/24/2003

Posted on 06/25/2003
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