River Mine

my river turns
breath stricken around
thrilling stones, laps up
hoarded balcony grey pearls-
birds mutter wild disguise
in rickety rockety sky which
greases silver plateaux
over dwarfs of mist
sprayed with golden glue-
vapour hangs in the loom,
carving cloistered hunches
of red bark in onion slippery
glaze.

by Michael Witkowski

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