IN MOTION
I watch bubbles
explode on the surface
of the lake and
realize my poor
dead brother's trying
to breathe again.
I beg him to stop,
but the dream moves
on past windows
that wink and
oddities that refuse
to shrink when
placed outside to die.
No one knows anything.
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
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