Sinclair's DinosaurJennifer Bartlett
5. Your face glows into the blue screen, most loved. I pause to cover you. The moment of infidelity is over. This small breath deepens. The leaves drift into the lake like tiny animals. lift and bow They animate the night moon. The sleepy water. And, on the shore, rest the cold bodies of the docks I too drift.
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