Swimming like falling

Swimming like falling

in reverse

with arms tossed out

into rich pads

again and again.

Afterward

bubbles sparkle among bloom

as though i've quite recently explored a space rock belt.

And afterward the downpour

whose static is a sweeping tossed

over the delicate sprinkles

shows up all over the place.

Each white needle turns once -

hurling a crest.

Also, the green stream

between the green banks

spotted with a froth of hogweed

holds me up to the sky

to check my immaculateness against the light

and afterward puts kind hands about my neck

gulps my arms and chest

also, saves its coldest touch for my lower legs

in the event that they at any point float excessively profound

what's more, ushers me on

under trees loaded with birds.