a horse a lake
tess weii was thinking of leading
a horse to water
but the lake looked murky
so i drank instead
Tepid
Sliding
against every small fold
each millimeter
by millimeter
“am i quenched?”
“am i somersaulting?”
are you here with me
waning, in a torrential
Downpour
stuck
but with ground
now soft enough to
dig
at the bottom edge of the picture
plains as far as
the eye can see
as far as i’m concerned
this flatland spread out & down
at the edge of le petit procession
frank & ordinary &, a semicircle
a spectacle
forming with
habits of the time, but
there is no painter down there, c’mon man!
Enjoy the scenery, have some water
here,
the lake is deep
& calibrated hardly easy still murky, yet
measured to acuity
you see?
the composition continues
where
my horse is buried