Sunday, September 1, 2013

When the Level is Up



When the level of the Platte is
up before ultimately joining
with the Missouri before
bleeding into the Mississippi
on out, the current glides
by silently save an occasional
gluck-suck mud gurgle
at its brown foamed shore
line and all creatures coming
to it in the torpid dark July night
with blinking red dot lights
over forgotten small-town
water tanks, they know how
deadly its smooth surface
can be, swift silent current
past factories, churches,
            open fields,
general black night mayhem
of what is becoming an untamed
wilderness at the center
of an old old continent.


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(July, 2013) 

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