seven-fifteen a.m
saturday morning
middle of july
cold and foggy
oh i have to get out of this place
for a while
nothing works here anymore
i make it as far as the bay
flattened trails of reeds
lead to people fishing silently
a crow pecks at the heads
left on the scaling table
blowfish swim in the shadows
of the railing
by now i thought i'd be
something better than this
insubstantial
and haunting the small spaces
in the world
young couple searches
for a dog
shot up the outlet
when he returns
he is covered in slime
and seaweed
i go a little further
past the mouth of the bay
where the water is clear
and cold and wide
where i decide
to leave here
everything you thought you loved
i will return
empty, and silent
the way i was before
swimming for crumbs
a duck soon forgets
and in the grass an ibis
creeps towards the eggs
i let it be and turn around
cutting back through the swamps
and factories
windburned and vacant
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