A kid used to drink
        clear water spilling from a
        drainage ditch into a

        creek & that kid was
        probably me, the water probably
        parasitic, though as far

        as one can remember no one
        got sick & no one led
        the kid to it, no one made

        him, which is not to say free
        will (which is always to say
        Free Willy) but not out of

        the question was, is, a remembered
        taste.  There is disputing it.
        There is deposing him.  You

        can say spring but can't say part
        of speech.  This was the water
        part.  The fire part came later.

The East Village Poetry Web
Michael Magee