Friday, April 24, 2009

the dwarf's vision of a setting sun

in the aftermath of a comfortable madness,
one can flip the striped hammock into a swirl
that equals the strident carp in the orange pool.

a candied leap from the aqua wash of pitted dreams
is refreshing in the humid curl of wilting leaves-
sweet scales can measure and cover the splashing
in a way that offers a coy disguise of hidden gills.

the wave of fin that says hello 
is magic in its greeting.