Dragged herself to the creek

Under the admiring moonlight
she shook off leaves
& dirty silent animals from herself.
Shook off the aloe she stole
from apes nearby or geeks
stalking on few legs. Coming
slowly to the edge of it
she grabbed her language
& told it to tell the animals
what’s hers is hers, what’s theirs
is but bridled lunacy which never sleeps.
That pond itself perhaps answered:
it shook her off in a mad slur.

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~ by Jeremy on May 13, 2010.

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