man drowns rescuing two children
How the sea's lullaby rocks the rubber ring,
and every wave speaks the universal language
of tide, of force, of the feminine:
shhhh for she and seducing the moon.
But children are no moon. They are bodies
in a ring, the ring is rubber, is a ring because of its hole.
He also has a hole in him now.
Death could be a hole in which there is no air.
Dying could be slow elimination,
like water disappearing from the beach,
like the moon smiling at his lover
and kissing her goodnight.
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