Pool
August 2, 2000
Surface, night black
or noon blind,
liar.
Spring fed, led off
by stream: here,
elsewhere.
See it see you,
silver eye,
dark iris.
Alter world: clouds
fall there,
and rise.
Our thrown stones
skip, skip,
sink:
Then the torn
waters
heal.
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