Two Water Poems
1
Swim in the spring
it's cold
and bites like
you slept with your daughter
At summer's end
glowing waters close
like silk over your shoulder
This time it's mother
such an evil hobby
envious
comparisons
2
Labyrinthine roots
of the water cypress
anchor
this green dove weighing
dozens of tons
this hairy cone haunted
by the cuckoo
and vanish
far under water
yours
my friendly purse
of bloody fly up
through speech-
bubbles past
their faint boundaries
into thin air
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CHRISTOPHER MIDDLETON
The Lonely Suppers of W.V. Balloon
Godine 1975
