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Ecstatic in Blue #51

Log in the river, suspended
for folly, the roll favoring the drown,
the slow stream shows nothing

about the weight of the water,
the drag, like forty fingers tipping,
trenching the silt for fuck all

& the planting of only cement,
only skeleton keys, an iron rod
tombstone for no real fish

& the belief that gravity
is never suspended. I had thoughts
about swimming across the water

before I found the dock
leads to a path, leads
to the warm knowledge of land.


Darren C. Demaree
Copyright 2011  

Darren C. Demaree lives in Columbus, OH, with his wife and daughter. His poems have appeared in numerous journals and he is the recipient of a Pushcart Prize nomination.

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