Fish-step,
Gills laugh,
Though chokes on air.
Shining the scales
The mountain.
Hook, barb,
Pleads with
Whole body--
(Please?)--
Maybe.
IV.
Broken record
Stops when
You want.
Chair turns
Backwards, falls.
Kicked dog dishes
Crawls out from under,
Scrubbed raw--
If only we saw
The wood grain
Under our plates and
Our feet.
V.
Chimney sweep.
Can't keep,
Can't sleep while
Embers breathe.
Over-steeped tea,
Over-slept, we
Stepped over
Pastures green,
Grey sky.
Burning leaves dry,
Sparks float up,
Grounded by
Wood-chopping dreams.
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