book a space by the river––not

too close

              to the tangle weed friend

dive for hours in the most
severely dimpled wells these

tender fingers

                         tease fret from air

throw clay from their whole like…
              an instinctual animal

remember

the fern creek? the bare ridge

on top of the world

                                   the non

descript corner the dotted silk

sparkle

             in their green eyes’ dell?
stars shimmering out of a

wracking mile

                     like a book-come-alive

the moons––bouncing at the back

                                mesmerised
our corn     popped out

                            and flew in the…

everywhere we took a bite

                          twenty years later

grasp its wafer

             of threadbare mesh
and in she rocks

              a soft-grey cloud

        mirrored bright in a river

a shiver––mute

            elated with flesh
you don’t get that often they all do