Sunday, September 25, 2011

Oar Frame

woke up from

salt-water dreams too soon

found a river knife

and an otter on the banks

always wild-flowers

when rocks uncover shore


pulled up my elbows

as the river bent

and the current frowned

I didn’t call for you

until I was caught

locked in an icebox

and choked through

breaking waves,

tumbleweed

and poison ivy too


our boats shook

when the train whistled

loud at triple bridge


we steamed forward

but the cascades drew us back.


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