Pennies for a paddleboat, paddles
for a pennyboat, plopped like
a frog in a pond.
Ten years smear the leaves' green shoulders,
the slap of waves sinks to a caress,
the pinchspout of a dropped penny
passing beneath the umbral water,
tumbling fading copper.
Coinjacks wink from the pool's black heels.
Our arms grow oars, our graceful
ears drape in the water like willow, let's lean
together in the hull, shells
of nut cast away, the meat asleep
in our abdomens, our thighs, our unsolid flesh.
The sunbeams passing over in silence
a cleared space in the garage gather dust while
crickets drink, chat, black as coalsleep,
insect muck of dreams emerging from decay, leaping
from our fingers against the mossy treebark, losing
itself in the grass, behind the stony fragrance of
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