my summer brook

i shape its crystal clear-
ness into words
wet adjectives
splash solid nouns

scrolling over the hard
rubber roller water-
fall of my typewriter

into the two rocks
of your eyes, then
into the pool of your
skull and come

flowing out of your
ears chilling your
stone cold feet
where your translucent

skin whitens the pool
as a phrase eddies
under waterfall
awaiting your verb

brian scott kelley
south tamworth