I imagine you

I imagine you

pulling polished blades,

fulcrumed in oarlocks

smooth-silent,

that lift and drop

and cut

moon-ivory water.

your breath rhythms

to splash-slip

soundless seas,

unknowns

breaking surface,

iridescent arcs

of soar and shimmer

foreign in this air

beautiful in this air

and you pull ever

outward, everlasting

wrapping you

‘round shoulders,

back to front,

the way ahead

unseen.

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Monkeys: There are no monkeys here. If you're looking for monkeys, go away. Well, actually there are monkeys, but they're of the hairless variety that writes poetry and such. If that's not what you're looking for move along.