EDDIES FOR DAVID
the palms are lovely but they do not belong
my friend wasps & he doesn't
say the blank shall be
the bank shall not be
an object of reflection the over-turned water glass
how the water glasses
over in untimely weather
I am wave death against the pylons
but they do not belong
how he wasps call him the air
the palms could please me but do not
the psalms could please me
but do not belong
clap of pigeons' wings banking on whether
& he doesn't
the reflecting pools could please me but do not long
the glass the psalms & the sand
a jet-black jetty shall be the lovely shall not
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