where the women sing
I was asked to step down & so I did
thirty-some steps & right-handed steel railing
assisting me to the banks of the river
it’s not like I’ve not done this before
time & time again so long ago
cracks in the concrete like an old story
artistically enhanced & completely believable
who’s calling me is subject to interpretation
I suggest you theorize for yourself
since all you have to work with are a few
printed words & more circulating in the air
there’s a boat anchored past the rocks
sails down & seemingly deserted
imaginary lifeline meeting me halfway
may two thousand twenty
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