In Rushing Water Poem by Leon Moon

Who was god the day we set up the
trampoline?
The sunfish had not been named.

If I had stayed in this charade
I would not have needed love again.

Innuendos were the last timeout.
Summoning charm — exile —

escalator of reduction:
wafts of race and consequence
wilt the green hallway of mirrors
legacy gawks through:

sun dial ventricles.
gravedigger's vein.
triangular parades.

Who was god before he could be
praised?

"you cannot create perfection
as you are made! "

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It takes a lifetime to unlearn a name
And only a second to forget it.