from the fossil guy


Little Girl At Rush Hour

the sea had lost an arm
and was looking for it
in a splash somewhere now gone

in memory the splash
still hung in the air like a piece of wood
tree-rings placed by a dog’s paw

the side of a volkswagen
became wave after wave
hitting the shore

the blood of war
could be seen
squatted on the stars and stripes

the sea was right-handed
and had lost its right arm
a little girl jumped rope

on the neighborhood table
that had been dragged to the middle
of the yellow-sounding street.