We're in the Ocean, Or I'm Alone

Repetition smudges in.

The lake sets
beneath a bird-
turned sky. I balance

water, rock, flat-
topped dirt,
the bone I've become.

Back home, wind throws
a tree on the van
out front, air goes

glassy and sharp.
I point to a building,
hit brick. Consistent

animal, it's elemental,
how we feel. Do you
know you're a photo

graph, mapped to a flash?

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from Gulf Coast
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