I write as a river
flowing within the fluvial
absence of rain
I am as
summer in the shallows
with one mudcat
gasping in the marl
marking its way in the loblolly
like the self-shaping sprue of a mould
Mistakes Along the Way - p. 50
I write as a river
flowing within the fluvial
absence of rain
I am as
summer in the shallows
with one mudcat
gasping in the marl
marking its way in the loblolly
like the self-shaping sprue of a mould
Mistakes Along the Way - p. 50