SMACK!


sundays we spent in nothing
andrew pace


sundays we spent in nothing
but underwear crouched over the song
of river flowing lightly.
if we were brave we would walk
into its unfolding banner to test our
legs
the rocks on bottom moss covered
and still
sycamores and buckeyes hanging
and angling over sand
it was the middle i think
of childhood and i had no idea.

 


 

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