dark rituals

rituals in the dark, a gasket, three.

it’s warm today

the grass isn’t frozen

and the sparrows sing.

another gray day

and maybe the rain will come

to cover up the bleached
river bones.

a cut finger, blood in the river.
Donations to appease the
electric shark, down below.

there’s much ado in the big crew

‘your helmet precedes you’

and it’s not even a raptor yet, or a

chain pickerel.

sharks in the dark, by now,

we’re all well acquainted, the 

micro pins, and silly boofs,

off the rubble left behind by

the Lord’s Beavers

(Oh where are you when we need your beavers lord?)

These little boat games

aren’t old yet

'it's bouncy today'

the tide is up

and the surf on the dark side is in

jacuzzi like, buffeting the willing, rejecting

the tentative.

the friendly eddy, and the whirlpool:

opposing currents, build, ebb, and flow.

all floweth out of the flow

from the flow we come

and to the flow

we return.