How many chins
has shade unlocked and lifted
cleft heart witches
wetted
by splash, dog-print
leaves a trail of archaeology
trunk
lofted, jostled
on razored legs, stockings
peeled
in the heat
moss sunbeam bone
leaves:
cash pressed
on small bird mints
wave
there happily
soft and flaunted
mosque-cut
leaves
who bicker in whispers
cast
off dissent and drop
little brown bathing caps
pointed
and hard to help
how many people
slide
from one end
of the pool to the other
above
eddying time
the cottonwoods watch
every
swimmer slip
through the skins
of everyone
they were
and will be, chin collapsing
gently
into the wooden neck
both man and watchman