After René Char
We, that is, us
caught Medusa
in the low ripped tide--
a friend of our fashion--
the lifegaurd reds
of the ruddy cloud
and slow beat--
where the prisoner turned
our children into piles
of beautifully-smooth stones.
Friday, April 10, 2009
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