Down by the pond, addicts sleep
on rocky grass half in water, half out,
and there the moon lights them
out of tawny silhouettes into the rarest
of amphibious flowers I once heard called striders,
between, but needing, two worlds.
Of what can you accuse them now,beauty?
Katie Ford, "Still Life" from Blood Lyrics. Copyright © 2014 by Katie Ford. Reprinted by permission of Graywolf Press.