He was dancing
I saw him
But when I turned
he was solid still like death
Tidy crimped in his place
On the front lawn
basking in the pale Saturday sun.
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I am here
message etch
reflection
holding wall
stone bank
water’s edge
reminding lookers
first, existing
I
corporeal, then
presence.
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