Rain hisses, effervesces paws, slows
you a dog in mid-street. You also the duck
paddles harder, harder on a medium
lake appears a great chunked sea. Yet you
not the deer nibbles green shrub tips but
are the one, observing, holds your breath, and also
on a daylight city walk almost bumps into Christine—
skeletal after 10 years, expressionless, who does
not see you hurrying away in sudden thick dark when
Left Big Toe meets a bedroom chair leg. You,
not big on thinks, just self with heartbeat,
in love with flesh, a bit scared like most.
George Shelton
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