by Peter LaBerge
The dips and dams
sculpt
his body
Expanding
at the waist and
branching
to form two legs
water runs down
The wind-tagged rain
descends
He opens
his gaping mouth
swallowing
the sweet droplets whole
A smile
creates a crooked path
for the water
as it passes
through Apsu Canal
and to the sea.
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Friday, December 31, 2010
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