16-07 New World 3-16-16
I was running alone across
The planetary sand, not earth’s.
It was okay for me to be
There, Susan having withdrawn
After a long run of her own.
The air was warm and clear.
High above strange birds watched.
Later on I dived off a rocky shore.
Odd-looking fish couldn’t make
Me out. I hesitated to fire
Having no clear-cut need, no
One to fry for or to see me
Shoot and come in wringing-
Wet with a bag full of fish.
Deeper down was something
Of a different sort, conjured in
A dark place that groaned and
Roiled, with currents that churned
Rocks and sand, shadows that
Flitted like eyes darting left to
Right and spears thrusting in and out.
Wednesday, March 16, 2016
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