For all his life, Frank had been at war with the willows. They sprouted in and around the stream, clogged the irrigation ditches, and choked off the water flow.
His land, a narrow plain between
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shore cracks and crazes
waves crash upon themselves
shattered heaps of frothy glass
a boy swimming in them.
(I never warned them)
a boy
too far from something to be something—
the one things happen to.
riding down over and over again
vibrant malignant clash
(I saw)
he went
so far and so low for too long
his
clumsy moist lips spelled out hel—!
(my lips were glued)
hurled
up to the brim, even above the brim
until it took the stiffness out of him.
(I tried to warned them)
leaving mangled
and hung limp. no one
was there. no one
was left to conquer.
7 zillion drops to mash the body of a—
(I should've warned them)
what remains
is summed up
in white bones and froth
pearly waves,
soft shock.
he's
just out of the water.
he's
plopping
on the cold steel
something.
he's
in the right place
to dry in the sun.
I am
warmly
wrapped in a rug
I am
protected
from rush and wave.
(I cannot hold this)
past and done with! past and done with!
(together
with all the people I had worried about)