The scaly book pages are moving around on the surface–
they have scaly fish skin for paper. And each one has a little hole
and I tied ropes to all the little holes.
I pull at them from below.
The sun shines from underneath the millions of gallons of water.
Everything is green and everything is blue and perfectly clear.
I pull at them from below and the people above follow along.
We are like little boats in the river.
The scaly book pages are floating around on the surface–
they do not come down into the water. But each has a little hole
and I tied ropes to all the little holes.
I pull at them from below.
The sun shines through all of the the millions of gallons of water.
Everything is good and everything is new and perfectly clear.
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Posted in: Poetry
Posted on June 3, 2011
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