spring storm air
damp at turns and warm
rain suspended in the fog
kissing the river
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what’s another job description between pal?
down on river becoming
a wharf dog, guarding
boats, watching coal barges
learning to read the water
and at home, still watching
for the honeysuckle to bloom
why dogs sleep with eyes open
the river ripples less than it breathes
this calm night when, like a tired woman sleeps, there are no kisses only sighs,
the hint of a dream