Thursday, November 17, 2011

No Poem

The swan is not a goose,
a goose is not a duck,

we fuck in water
and languish on earth.

To be among the trees
of my childhood,

to look across the plains
to your mountains

is to imagine home
your body as my own.

Too many die too soon.
They are abandoned

far from the laughter
licked by orange fire.

(17 November 2011)

copyright 2011 by Floyce Alexander

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