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.

Consonance

the consonance of rain that calms

a convulsive river                                like how

a warm hand settles shuddering grief

                                    a form of translation

the borrowed light of the moon

gives it its lost look

its one stone face

                                    eyeless             sober

                        fluttering over us tonight

helicopters shuttle between the collapsed flow

of the highway and the hospital

            their insipid music drowns the barking

of a red fox dying hidden in the cornfield

                                    in the periodic silences

I hear the plea weaken and cease.