The hot summer sun
makes cake of my skin
and the sweat lets me know
I’m alive
the water
is better then
it is needed then
and noticed
Can a poem be the water on a hot day
can the water flow down
this page
in
this poem
this time or the next
until there is no next
no new
meanderings
of the water in a poem until it lies there in a pool on the page, on this page
david michael jackson june 23, 2012 editors@artvilla.com send help
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