I write from an aquifer
that feeds all the buried rivers
the world digs down cuts deep so
don’t worry it will find these words
all excavations catch on eventually
I write from an aquifer
that feeds all the buried rivers
the world digs down cuts deep so
don’t worry it will find these words
all excavations catch on eventually
welcome the rain this year
last was a winter blight
contending with squalls off the river
ice on the wharf –
good times really in the long run
experience while not always welcome
can be a good gift after
basking in a different day
this wading back in / a plan
forward / this fish pulled
in all directions / the kavals
half-hitched against
strong cross-currents
dragging out up under away