God be with everyone

"God be with everyone trying to escape this madness"

a swath of insects fall away from the lamps
the park's off they fall into the smell
of grass & paper  on the bank that reeks
the algae

falling on frogs & others sleeping
so light is the dusk they fall into

the bloated cigarettes & brim the tadpoles
Jesus bugs fall through the white

pond like a hand "on the purse of the pond"
stars fall on the white ducks wobbling
into the dark  they slim down  to dive  

circa Edna breathing beneath mosquito
netting  she looks so thin & grey

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the cops do rounds
they shift in place


we pepper the fence our arms spread

"God be drumming fingers on the dash"

"I'm open"


they fall their cilium glimmering the wings that rust
& on wires braided white on the pond


the tinsel that cinches the water
the bank and the bay, they are allotted
the gnats & things, figures we are so far


their glimmering circa the bullfrogs and others
sleeping again against the bank the gnats & blooms
of algae the fish float

we kneel beside the black
water with our hands in

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Edna has only removed her gloves
in the white dusk.

"God be with everyone trying to escape this madness"

the cops do rounds in the beginning
they shift  in place the trees stain the sight
of dusk

God be in numbers of

we pepper the fence
with our arms spread white

you don't say

the light cataracting off