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The Underbath Chronicles No.5

A river riffling below fair-weather cumulus      pleasantly pastoral      but don’t be fooled        the moors are streaming      drenched      tang of rainfall      I sit      days pass      I sit      waiting for summer to shrink the water’s belly      unlock-it      dry white rocks will herald the wading time      I ignore the siren stepping stones      as those beneath the surface’s seeming tranquility placed them there      and now wait     patiently      for rashness      I skin the heads of grasses and throw chaff into the ever-changing / never-changing      and look on      and wait         and wonder what winterskin walks the ochre woods towards the rearing rocks      and what dances there?

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