Patty Nash

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
soft bread
touch keys        milkily
just like them to
know somehow   the way it’s supposed
it goes