1 August 2017
rage long before you do squint, see her there still holding onto your arm but
not in any companionable way old folks rave about pirates men with thin
noses knife-noses plundering riverbanks to gauge to gadgets Mississippi
spits them up from somewhere else careful numbers sharp instruments.
where the river ran backwards sudden islands brand-new riverbottom with
full houses your measuring devices looking to eddies and mud for answers.
distant firecrackers that night the one you keep mentioning
smooths center of earthquake fields rolled like water riverbottom pushed up as
brand-new ground river purely swallowed old ground some down others up
careful wishing careful digging
digging careful wishing careful
wish begins love stare across water curse is wish made true (spit) then,
despite wisdom, regulations, best practices wishes granted electrification
leads wishers across.
back from riverbank places have more permanence ground barely shifting
behind skeletons of devices, towers and levers scars deeper than good riddance
small wound ministrations staying transforms mystery to petty annoyance
no one wants again that thing with fingernails closer water moving in
strange swirls rivers bring the unexpected what’s been spit out towns scoot
further back from banks you all walk up and throw things in
you need it to take back.
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