Steve Dalachinsky
as collage / p28


69

leaves us breathless
but not gasping
or grasping
but flailing somewhere
in the distorted air
near midnight
with the abstracted theme
trailing off our
ears


70

the river
smells like a river
today
the kayackers – fallen leaves

against traffic
@ sunset
the butterfly

he picks her up
swings her around
pretends to toss her into the river
the bond of their love
now in the public domain
they continue jogging
her trust in him
assured

the sun hasn’t set
the world has simply revolved
around it
a sudden surge of waves
a sudden quiet breeze
the river shimmers
then goes dark

she yawns.

Steve Dalachinsky, as collage, p29

 
 
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