Tag: Rivers

The Fern (Portrait #5)

This stream is the coldest my hands have ever touched. If there is a bottom to its shallowness, I can’t find it. The water seems so damned clear, too clear. I think I should be able to see, but I can’t. It must be…

She Is Not Among The Debris

    She forgets the slow current’s nature The bridge makes memory disappear Both sides, anchored to one another By concrete skin, steel bolts, a mirage Beams and illusion. Hazy covenant The shores are never separate sides Only two similarities, held in suspension  …

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