Flowing Water Poem

The hot summer sun
makes cake of my skin
and the sweat lets me know
I’m alive

the water
is better then

it is needed then

and noticed

Can a poem be the water on a hot day

can the water flow down
this page
in
this poem

this time or the next
until there is no next

no new
meanderings

of the water in a poem until it lies there in a pool on the page, on this page

 

 

david michael jackson june 23, 2012 dave@artvilla.com send help

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