Erosion Poem by Bob and Alex Eichen

Erosion

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Gliding through the black water-
Echoes of light collapse to the floor-

Smooth dead porcelain tiles-
They line, with perfect order, the bottom of the pool.

They are ceiling tiles
Above my desk
I fly above them
Free

At desk
I stare up

And see the giant me, swimming
a Jupiter whale
Casting down a shadow


(This poem was written by Alexander Eichen)

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