Simon Perchik


Ankle deep and these stars
expect you to come by
stomp out their flames

the way each sky
keeps its place in line
-even before there was rain

you needed streams
and slowly through your legs
the heart you have left

lets go these footsteps
shining in water
as if here is the fire

still beating as nights
as hair and lips
and overflowing.


Bone dry and the wall
pulls this frame closer
held up, evidence

the glass that's missing
once was water -proof
the sea that hid this shell

is just now reaching you
as emptiness, the kind
you can still find in a room

circling the Earth for moonlight
for a place that's safe
though your jaws stay open

make room for a single cliff
gaining on the others
without salt or shoreline.

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