Saturday, November 14, 2015

SNAKE

Past me, glossy faces
swim
and smile;

but still—
some faint anguish pervades,

tugging slightly
on the grim light
that suffuses each new crossing,

and pulling me a little
in its wake.

What is a river after all, though?—
but a recurring
problem that needs solving.

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