Two If By Land



A duck and a turtle share space on a rock in Golden Gate Park’s Stow Lake.
San Francisco, CA/August 2016


The Anteater

Oh, how Kundera was right, the unbearable
lightness of being bears down on one like
a granite feather.

Lay me down with your warring waste.
I would purify you.

Knock me out with his demanding fist.
I would spare you.

Burden my ebbing youth with fallen heros.
I would set you free.

Upon daylight’s dais, idle hands and able
bodies know neither ballast nor blood.