The air emptied of summer.
The summer emptied of air.
The impression in the sand’s edge;
The wave as shadow. Silking over
The branches, spidering
As we watch. Lose a leaf, lose
Another. Lose the pretense
Where is the winter, the unimaginable
Zero winter? The noon and the paper
Wreath. The soiled and coiled
Breath. Waver in the dark beam.
Sit for the afternoon. Stir sand
Underfoot and hear
Nothing. Beneath light as a pool, a stream
Over the mouth, the bridge, the canal
Of an ear. Do you hear it ring.
The children leap and assume waterform.
The flesh of a shell, peach, cheek.
Cochlea as nautilus, the world reflected
As warble. As sustenance, as the echo
Of a fallen peach.
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