Swallowing Words

//Ian Drescher

We were standing and swallowing words 

stomachs singing Don McLean and asking questions.

The water was talking and we were not listening. 


Tomorrow was raining 

and the river rocks joked about the fish 

and from the window it was declared 

“things far away get blue” 

                                   and it was brought into the present. 


we are all standing on bare feet 

and whispering to ourselves 

practicing dances for each other 

in temporary daydreams 

naked and full of life, 

we are wet and drying and clean

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