Membrane
We didn't/we did walk across the bridge
in the company of shimmer
that dispossesses feet
the same time it silkens
our unbelievable socks the most
convincing. 5 o'clock evening
holds morning circular in its throaty
tunnel. Music means silvers and
slivers redeem grey, its unmeant
manipulation of intent. Content
not exactly the word but the material
sunset slips messages into
eyes' irises in summer
nine pm in the river
in the seine fish jump
against silver their capture
feeds the moment we're caught.
