Where all of the minnows go to drink
Around the knees of key deer
Until their tiny wishes sink
Under them:
Where cypress weep—where the tiniest
Boys say amen,
Sweating into their toy boats—
Kites and airplanes already stuck in the
Sky—
Where their mothers go
Not knowing why—
And not a love upon this simple earth—
With nothing of knowledge shared to
Them—
They can only wander a little further—
Over another canal—
And further away from the sleeping school
Bus—
Where the sugarcane is burning—
The color of all of the confections of alcohol—
Evaporated into the ethereal midways
Like luckless goldfish un returning.
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