Four Poems

by Michael Dickman

Marco Polo

My grandmother set sail on a small air
   mattress into the middle of the pool
and fell asleep

Her fingers
dragging the water

The men talk quietly inside

The outdated
California architecture
dissolves

into pale greens, pinks
and stark
lemon

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