The buckles released their shadows on shading hooks
Hoping their silence would be remembered as light
As the sheep kept counting no shepherd could be found
And the light bent extremities into new orbits
Hoping to reach the coats of satisfaction
Some all-weather tires retired
And the oceans flooded the gates the buckles held back
Flooding the shoes to-do list
Trees waved plankton, flooding roads
Gutters swept and wept
Buckled to some returning pavement
Some shepherd of satisfaction
Shadows and wet light
And the sheep kept counting.
Denis Streeter 10/28/11
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