Still Life by Katie Ford

Still Life

Down by the pond, addicts sleep on rocky grass half in water, half out, / and there the moon lights them / out of tawny silhouettes into the rarest / of amphibious flowers I once heard called striders,  / between, but needing, two worlds. / Of what can you accuse them now, beauty?

~ KATIE FORD

 

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