Hammock

Laura Lush
From:   Carapace. (Palimpsest Press, 2011).

New moon, night hushed to grash swish.
    A star trick-falls and a hound
bites his way through the dark. Watch this man
    swing in a hammock--life spent
in the cool liminal pocket of air. Slow twists
    of willow branch wheezing out
his time. Night birds rush overhead. The sound of
    a zippered wind. Gust and heart-pound.
Tucked away----an arrhythmia of emotion. I won�t tell
    you how easily it can stop. But for
the hammock. Ask that man. His swing secret.

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