Q U I E T M I N D
Swagman
Her quiet mind
Neither awake nor asleep
Runs soft aground
Upon the delta lip
of a large underground river
She breathes deep sea air
In the roar of breaking surf
Strong current pulls her limbs
Toward open ocean outside
This reef which is her bed
But she's stuck fast to the earth
Her spine bound by a slender thread
of comet trails and smoke
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Swagazine 9
Winter 2001
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