Prelude to the Afternoon of a Faun

Wherever I turn
something needs water.
There is a man on fire next to me
but I face away, pretending
he is already dead.
Everyone else has left.
It is a day friendly to miracles.
The sun is distant and warm:
buildings make way for animals.
They cave in and melt
like rain splitting on the
rounded corner of a rock.
The hours, once unstoppable,
bob aimlessly on the river
stretching into my hands.

Shereen Lee lives and studies in Taipei, Taiwan. Her work has been featured in Alyss, Radius, and elsewhere. She serves as Poetry Editor at Inklette and TRACK//FOUR.

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