2024, Ohio River Valley Literature, poetry, the no-scape, Working Class Literature

The storied water in dead eyes, 8

We are boats traveling the same channels in different time loops.

We share landings in the wet and dry seasons of alternating centuries.

The grass is growing over top of the house.
Each blade is a castle. Each blade is a drop of water.

We are dragonflies dancing atop the reeds.

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