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©
2011
Allan
Brown
Allan
Brown's work frequently appears on Monday's Poem.
An earlier version of "Naiad" was published in The
Antigonish Review.
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Naiad
("If you can remember the 60s, you weren't
there.")
The bended light-to-shadow
of her casual exposing in
how another new morning of
sweat or dew drop?
a something again as
the scatter of each
another minute in
how many sidewalks
gathers to "summer's
a bummer but one
or the other."
And
now
the dumber muscles
of these beech trees
stammer your name
into a grey flush
of water at road's edge
displacing softer grass
as unexpectedly
the place of, a trace of
falling, and gone.