Remi Rebillard

in the photograph        salt water is silver

a young woman is bent over up to her knees

and elbows

she is rising from the water                she is

soft lead          rising out of sun-veined silver water

she will soon

stand to face us

a ragged hat                covers

most of what    has not yet

risen    from the water

a liquid necklace dangles from behind the curled brim

a twisting strand of ocean caught by the camera

swaying in the view between her narrow thighs

it

pours from her likely translucent                   elastic

milky throat

a spiraling funnel of rain

                        from a leaden girl rising to cloud.






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Laces

1

a white dress floats

in the dark mooncut

river                a thin

winter breeze

rustles the hillside

of dry oak leaves

moon-dressed wings

of an owl flare

as they wince through the veil

from another molten realm

2

perched in the crotch

of a massive sycamore

is this eye buffeted

by the breathing river

this obsidian eye traces

the silent migrations

of clouds

the cloud-like dress

3

on damp mornings

as the mist and this eye melt

into the threaded mineral dream

this staggered row

of sycamores               stands

like the wrinkled legs

of a mythic white mastodon

briefly

occasionally     it appears

the massive head shrouded

and blind.