with the fuzzy edges of her floating br down to the smooth riverside boulders br with all those pebbles in her pockets br drifting without bizarre hesitation br br not quite a zombie but a shivered br poem because Ouse water must have br been excruciatingly cold indeed br he promised to look away from her br br pantaloons on top of the soon dark br current wafting like some cotton lavabr br Professor Plumbr br