Today's poem is by Michael Snediker
Actaeon
Castor,
through the pennywort,glimpsed a clearing.
And in the clearinga lake.
In the lake, Pollux.He made
tidal waveswith the soft pale
insides of his arms.The lake,
where Pollux stood,was shallow.
It stoppedjust below
his little boy chestlike a swampy dress
needing pulling up.His nipples
were the smallest acorns,the smallest, least ruminated
beginnings of trees.And beside Castor,
caught in the pennywort,the shirt and pair of shorts,
identical to Castor's own.Save these were flung
and Castor's worn.The shirt.
The pair of shortswith a little metal clasp
on the pocketfor clipping things.
And this wasn'tthe first time
Castorwatched Pollux
in the bath.And surely Pollux
had seen Castorpretending
to be a mermaid,teasing
with his pretend tailthe voracious sailors.
But thiswas the first time
Castor watched Polluxwatch Castor
and that sequencecould have gone
on and on.In another telling,
Pollux,like Diana,
shot Castorwith an arrow
through the heart.And later,
A constellation,Castor could spy
on any boyin any lake
in any clearing,anywhere
in the world.
Copyright © 2006 Michael Snediker All rights reserved
from The Laurel Review
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