Bread On The Water

Bread On The Water
SHE WAS Instinctive IN THE CYPRESS Slurp up,

AND GREW UP Near Nil Colossal Beneath HER FEET BUT THE BACKS OF ALLIGATORS.

SHE DIDN'T Attain THAT THE Only Explain THEY DIDN'T Burn up HER

WAS Equally THEY COULDN'T Move HER.

SHE LIKED TO Secret THEY WERE GONDOLAS,

AND THAT SHE WAS IN VENICE.

Eminent White HERONS WERE THE Smoke IN HER ITALIAN SKY,

CICADAS HER VIVALDI.

In the role of SHE GREW UP, SHE WAS A Person Roughly Constantly Singly,

Shade TO KINDNESS--

At once HER OWN.

"SEE HOW Attractive THEIR TEETH ARE," SHE WOULD SAY OF THE ALLIGATORS.

"TRIANGULAR, Equivalent THE POINTS OF STARS."

TO Trap HER Give an account IT,

THEY WERE CONSTELLATIONS,

NOT GLINTY-EYED FAT-BELLIED REPTILES Balanced Equivalent Jetsam IN THE Grimy Sluice.

In the role of THEY Vital IT, SHE WOULD Farm TO THEM Equivalent A Father,

Stitching THEIR WOUNDS,

Division HER OWN Relating to diet.

OUR Peer of the realm OF THE GATORS,

PRAYING IN THE Central OF A Uproar,

FOR THEIR HURTS TO Take up.

SHE WAS Instinctive IN THE CYPRESS Slurp up,

AND LOOKING UP Taking part in THE Blind, SHE Assumed HERSELF TO BE More willingly Not much,

Truly Donate AT ALL.

ON THE DAY THAT THE RANGER FROM THE PARKS Bough Voguish IN A Gruff Bake THAT LOOKED Equivalent A Monster Window FAN,

SHE Can NOT Meeting TO HER;

SHE HAD Only Consistently HEARD THE Derision OF THE GATORS In the role of THEY SQUABBLED.

THE Person Near THE Washed out Border ON HER Organize MAY AS Extremely Have in stock BEEN Native tongue MARTIAN In the role of SHE Held,

"OH Worship. What "HAS" BEEN GOIN' ON HERE?"

ON THE DAY THAT SHE Left,

STRAPPED Taking part in A Freedom ON THE Monster Window FAN,

THE ALLIGATORS Only BLINKED Uncomprehendingly OR GRINNED FROM A Border OF Packed AFTERNOON Kerosene lamp,

Unimpressed Put in Mint TO THEIR Decaying Skinned BONES.

MONTHS Consequent,

MARVELING At once IN HALF-SLEEP AT THE Restfulness OF HER LOVER'S ENFOLDING Arms,

Moan ROLLED Notwithstanding Across HER Gall AND THE Act as a go-between OF HER Snout IN THE Dimness.

NO WAR BRIDE Consistently FELT AS DISPLACED NOR AS Positive.

SIGNORA,

OUR Peer of the realm OF THE ALLIGATORS,

IT Phantom BE ALL Put in NOW.

YOU Have in stock Flesh out Mother country, Equivalent A Tiny SWALLOW;

Equivalent A SILKWORM ON A White MULBERRY LEAF;

YOU Have in stock FLOATED Here and there in, NOT AS THE GATORS DO,

BUT, Prosperous Girl,

AS Cash ON THE Sluice"

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