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   Volume IX, Issue I

..:: POETRY ::..


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Poetry


Emily as Fish Scatter to a Cannonball
Darren Demaree

 

It is a deep surge,
a reach into the water
that began

with a demonstration
of my body
& ended

with an expression
of water, lining
the roughened metal

that now hides the witnesses
of my collapsible hope.
I have dominated all nature

to look at you, my moon,
through the layers of filth
this retention pond curates.

If my eye's veins
go to the fireworks
before I memorize

your shape,
know that my leap began
with a vigor, with good

intentions of making a fool
out of my self
in your honor.

 

 

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