New Poem At the Motel Pool She sits on a stool in a blue poolwith the water over her headI expect her to bloomlike the strange flowersin my clear glass tea potbut she straddles that stooland competes with the waterfor bluestMy shins in the shallows shimmerflesh under fresh pressurea slippery contradictory mysterynow I’m swimming; it’sContinue reading “A Visit From Yeti”
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