The guard at
the water noticed
us bobbing toward
more free places
two wet refugees
who sought to cover
themselves
with the fuchsias of
tomorrow and
nickelodeon orange
the glasses heightened our
scarfs of graffito
floating below the heads
and hair mixing
in what some would call oxygen
the nails stained like car-parts
and the digits crept up as if on pulleys
we settled on whatever matched
the amount of rain
generated by our exertion
1 comment:
Did you honestly go shopping with him?
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