Eye Level

Eye Level

Eye Level

Eye Level

Excerpt

Chilled moonrise, his mother now in bed,
her terror tranquilizing with the cold idea--
we scoured the neighborhood with searchlights,
the woods behind his school; the lumberyard's
cesspool, a black moon in the grass, called
everyone and no one, called to me.
Jackknifed in the pipe, he could not shimmy up
the mud and ooze, the narrow walls collapsing,
dark water notching up his spine.
Did he see me swimming in the glazed eye
of light he woke to, did he wake at all,
as the icy noose of water tightened around
his chin? The north star of the squad car
flashing. Navigating by touch and shadow,
our lasso caught his feet. We tugged.
His head slipped deeper in the cavity.
Helpless, I held my breath. Hand over hand,
we hauled him up and out into the humming air:
limp and shivering, feet-first.
He swung a long moment over us, shiny,
bigger than we thought, his face bruised blue
by that metallic light. Cold gravity; release.
He whined like nothing human in my arms.

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