Plaster Statues

Far too close to the water’s edge
my soles rooted in sand
like wild lilies drained of dew,
heart’s valves smothering,
words bulging in river’s waves,
clouds rolling above like heavy marble

No ford no bridge
only one stray horse on the eyot
if it had rained our shapes might merge
free from the pledge of dreams
without boundaries

I’m breathing deeper,
my arms have leaden scales,
I can’t mold the sand inside me
with my finger tips drowning
in tears

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