Sunday, August 28, 2016

Robert Verdon, #281, Quandary

coughing like a Model T
maybe this year will be different
I think around
the corrugated iron of a disused watertank
half-unrolled in a shallow creek
with a bed of slime and glitter
to my mind a mighty liner in port
I am five
the dauphin of dreams
a hundred years later
in bed with what
would be the flu if I didn’t have
an injection every autumn
seeking fulfillment
(imagine applying for a grant!)
maybe this year will be different

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