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  You could have a big dipper   

Fluidity by Daniel Edward Moore

I write water.

I drown my appointments

with the sea.

The shoreline’s violent shift

in mood refuses explanation

as nothing blue appears torrential

in a fallen footprint.

There are those for whom a ball

of spinning dust is bliss

for whom the thought of writing water

means the mind has lost its key

in the ground’s garage.

But I write water.

I tell the sun

drink me & be done.


Daniel Edward Moore lives in Washington on Whidbey Island. His poems are forthcoming in The Chaffin Journal, Chiron Review, The American Journal of Poetry, The Bitter Oleander, Armstrong Review and Gulf Stream Magazine. He is the author of 'Boys' (Duck Lake Books) and “Waxing the Dents” (Brick Road Poetry Press)

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