by jim holt
Stay close behind me
- i must show you
see how she sleeps
as if all the strong trees
in the world
sang the same low frequency
- be quiet -
- watch how i listen –
i stand on the rim of
the stolen rib
my curious dancing always
on the edge
of the sharp dock.
—-
I wrote this Sept. 18, 1987, in Burlington, Ontario.
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