For myself I would like
tears or willow on the river bank
of gold teeth
of pollen teeth
like the mouth of a girl
from whose hair the river spouted
in every drop a little fish
in every little fish a gold tooth
in every gold tooth a thirteen-year-old's smile
so that dragonflies might reproduce themselves.
Is a girl innocent
when the wind uncovers her thighs?
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