Old Losantiville, gone gone
under a city of aluminum, steel
LED lights and fake boat whistles
piped through speakers:
leaving, I give myself leave
to remember my geography
my own way
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sun ripple
“Morning has Broken” echoes on a not-so-distant calliope
the new week’s sun rippling on the river
and the window outside the firebox
a moment of calm before the fire
a basin a coda: down at the public landing
this common rhythm, staccato
go and go and go and soon
it will empty out; a basin
a coda, and we will take the current
a long and circuitous route
back home