poetry and shorts on flow states of various kinds, occasional explorations into clutch states, ebbing.

Thursday, August 30, 2018

tropical hiatus

waking up to the dark (again), only to catch

a thick fog, of the tropics
full of an orange light - time mediaeval, primeval.
the pavement still hot from the day before
my daughter sleeps, as does her mother,
all hot weather funk in the sweaty sheets.

the river through the faucet is still crispy cold and chlorinated
coffee good today, the fridge gives rise to
legs that swing the creekboat down the spiral bridge smothered 
in the stench of roadkill, 
can’t see the animal, but 
it must be large, somewhere in the verge.

the river is deeyock low, rocks everywhere - the beaver's chute, dishes out one swim
and the white room going into the 50-50 zone on the island, the seam behind the DS, substantial. total immersion.
the dinosaur must be tunneling today, the sieve through the island pumps juice into the boil.

a day later, you can make the mid island move with ease, planing across the surges after getting a good glimpse of the deepness.

at the eddy’s turn, the whole river is going by, fast - the tide goes out, the cormorants dry in the sun, and the catfish slumber way down below.



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