Salute

By: Janet Griffin

Salute
River water rushing over rocks
Like a glass falling infinitely on the inside
See that cloud between two trees
Some in, some out
Gold foil in the mail
Or foil in the gold mail

Salute
Paper cornstalks in autumn
Personify hands placed inside your vest
Carnal, cruel, as you would have it
Dusk is a temporary home
Young birds in gold foil
Or gold birds in foil mail

Salute

A single femur, clear as water
Placed between your pelvis and glass hands
A small bird rests in a single cloud
Falling infinitely, as you would say
Saint Genet is cruel on the inside
Saint Genet is You

Salute

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