Still Life

Down by the pond, addicts sleep
on rocky grass half in water, half out,
and there the moon lights them
out of tawny silhouettes into the rarest
of amphibious flowers I once heard called striders,
between, but needing, two worlds.
Of what can you accuse them now,

Katie Ford, "Still Life" from Blood Lyrics. Copyright © 2014 by Katie Ford.  Reprinted by permission of Graywolf Press.
Source: Blood Lyrics (Graywolf Press, 2014)
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