|
for molly
the bronze manclamps the wharfwith the wings of his accordionmolly his small dogwears a bathing capand a veil of watersometimes she is just a wavefrom the mission of seafarersand in the windthe bronze manmistakes her slow dark circlesfor a flagtoday she straps on an aqualungand lowers the diving bellto persuade the long held breathof the bronze man to return
|