Itual
Where the island parts the river
that is where I place the plastic
skeleton in the water
I hold hands up
above my head
as I walk toward
the shore
sounds of small animals
I don’t need to crush
as I watch the flame
float away as it fills
with water quickly
extinguished
fall against
the wet dirt
imagining
someone walking
up behind me
shaking their head
I slightly raise my
eyebrows and nod
that makes my
reflection
move
Sunday, November 22
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