Nobody's creekbed

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The Anterior Insula and Hwy W

Wednesday, February 02, 2011

rock lifted
crawdad did a little jump-skip
he was quick
but you had to catch him
and you did

we were creek!

up out the water
tiny fingers gripped his mid-sides
let them pincers wide

antenna eyes

laughter on the belly high
in a warm arena of sun
and a stoppage of time

we were creek!

but then you let him go
go crawdad go
little daddy-o

you always let 'em go
for to each a home

we were creek!