Bowl
Sieve
Pair of two by two’s
eight footers
lap-joined just shy of fourteen
pivot on one end
stylus on the other
to scribe a perfect circle
for the slotted track and thin steel wall
of the backyard pool
installed spring, 1967
a clever idea
screened out with all the rest
the morning you pitched
headlong from the ladder
through a bowl sieve
that constellation of perforations
I cradle with a drink
now and then
pink end of a pencil gently stabbing
a dry clatter of bones
the arch of an eyebrow
your good name swimming alongside
a keen lock back pocket knife
almost new alloy implants
with a pause to palm
the embossed Zippo
Automobile Shippers, Inc.
addictive click of the hinged top
one for every meal placed in front of me.
I passed on your hand tooled cowboy boots
which only shows to go you
but in a perfect world
I’d put them on and pace
counter-clockwise
the feint margin of an old ellipse.
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