Three Micros by Merridawn Duckler

beside me the pale, anxious boys & taking their hand was like removing a leaf from the mirrored pond & when the speaker cited a page they had the book before them & went right to it though they were now husbands & CEO holding the place with a finger but raising their eyebrows where once they raised their eyes saying where is my guide? I have gone from poet to woman to dog & float on what was a pond no a lake no a river no the ocean no my heart