Poetry
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Mayflies
Patterns slip and swell on water,
lanterns for mayflies—
white bodies alive
above prisms of glass and light.
I feel their breaths
press silk against me,
and mays that touch the pond
are swallowed.
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