Good Places to Drown
Roughed Tumbled
waves
water water water
river rocks punching knees
I'm holding on to this here paddle
like it was the child
I never had
my sole purpose to get it to shore
a purpose fixed
serving as my compass
one fixed point
the other leg swinging
describing a wild arc
In writing of this
In the making of that
there is delight
and a pixilation
in the edits
in the redos
But for nature
but for the river
there are no revisions
no cross-outs no erasures
lost shoes drowned cameras
no revisions
in the grand scheme
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