the river is grouchy having slept on the wrong side of the bed / people drive and wander and jog by // pause // to observe this seasonal bit of tantrum
unaware / of the amount of restaint / keeping their feet dry
Category Archives: waterfront
Day 51, 2024
yes Eyorgie, it’s warm
but the pristine splash at sunset
is still colored winter
watch then, the madwoman
place stolen spectacles
on the stage chains
empty eyes watching
another night
rising
Day 24, 2024
lashed tight and still rocking forth
and back on currents
on the wake of heavy tugs
pushing
south into the lock
water creeps up
what faith there is
placed in the flood wall
and in the lines holding
and in the inevitability
that the water eventually
goes down.