Tuesday, October 12, 2004

jump

Prison sky
when we woke,
a penny ready

to jump – boys
with pockets full

of pharmaceuticals, soot
in the cracks of their lovely
knuckles, imaginary

dogs with one paw
too many. Never could
incite the clouds to leave

your rain behind. Pennies
lifted by their anchors.

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