Water House
blue cotton skin

Floor slant
Chair slips
The tide is inching over
And I am quiet
It ,all, solo

Float out
Floor boards
Ducklings follow mother
Undone
One by one
Small parts of what once was

Am I knee deep
Or am I the space
Filled to the shape
Of this house

Rise up
silent
Bubbles at my shoulders
Hair brush, records
Twirling in the current

Copyright 2002 Redbuttons Records
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