5 marca 2012
Antigone
She lived in a bowl
on the kitchen countertop
at the end of a shaft of light
in the company of a waterwheel.
Between the frill of the rim
where the glass thickened to a lip
and the bowl's bottom, carpeted
with Perl mutter shingle,
aligned, more or less,
to cosmic north and south
yellow bead-jeweled alongside
like the windows of an airbus.
balanced in her heaven
by fins that dimly beat
mouth gulping water in as
if fueled by a rubber band.
her eyes like ebony pinheads
her inchy form striped blue--
occasionally emitting a single bubble
or grazing at the water line
she was a vertebrate all right
highly evolved and alone--
little fish, little pond, big name:
Antigone--what became of you?
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