SUBJECT>poem with footnotes POSTER>David Ayers EMAIL>ayersd@bellsouth.net DATE>1110080578 IP_ADDRESS>adsl-219-184-54.aep.bellsouth.net PASSWORD>aad8wJMWsCmq2 PREVIOUS> NEXT> 84298 84304 84314 84317 84334 84359 IMAGE> LINKNAME> LINKURL>

poem with footnotes

and later the gold leaf making her neck burn
falling in flakes off the shelf

falling
falling
in a manner similar to an airplane

but like a kite, fast and loose

to pull a ribbon

as if the fingers knew how to unbutton it all
to transform the hands into paddles
into webbed cleats

and go up

again

as she did swim through it after all

as he did in that tunnel saying what it had said

between page one and cover
the map

and the hands
drier than anything

and the wing-bones had grown back

as in one of those treasure films

and everyone aware

for they had said X

they pulled something
sacred from its niche