a man will slip out
too easily & hit
the back of his concrete
skull on the turquoise   liquid
poolside             look bleed       oh shit
& wake a day
later just like
that     having slept thick
-skulled & oozing dreams                    
he begins         believes in
god   & wakes
plays piano as if
his whole life    were practice   
& practically at aquatic Carnegie Hall
& bandaged
            up & what joy
to see   his dog’s whirligig
eyes get bigger
watching him slowly
eat                  
soft bread
touch keys        milkily
just like them to
know somehow   the way it’s supposed
it goes