My thoughts

fell over
the bridge

into the river,
&

the sound
of their plunge

under the water’s

gown,
like a live

charcoal roar,
spat
a sudden

inferno of flames
of gray & dust

up onto the riverbank…
… like a live

charcoal roar,
in a reverie,
they can still

be heard
over the grassy

riverbank.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Photo: Ilena HATTON