"These gorgeous lines unravel like water..."
Kazim Ali
gorgeous, a rise
of sand of flood red
will the hour and stranding
wave
limbs stung by, felt in
the bay left years ago
boots like wells
gone down
will the nets and warming arrived they
in the dark back did their flesh appear
so on fruit-giving trees
leafed
in the arrangements, will it
counted. O
the versatility, that migrant hull
like hunger will tether
a moon left to center and
beyond holding
if too sure
will brothers
will sisters