WENDY HAMMOND

Creek

Idle 
Calm 
Clear water 

Seeable, see-through 

-Like me 
When i wear my x-ray 
In the daytime 
In public 

Dark blotches 
Empty pockets 
Bones and clouds 

On exhibit like artwork 
On a Paris street 

All the people stop to stare 
Soak their feet in me 

Hear the empty echo 
Of catholic organ music 
Two sides of a song 

The ripple of the beat 

And if they pray, or feel 
Or reel themselves in 
Through the 
Idle 
Calm 
Clear water 

Then art becomes artistry 
And passersby 
Hum 
Somewhere 
Under their skin

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