great river road – October 12


the hills and curves

of the great river road

spill and swirl

through cobbled

cornstalks and dappled

hillocks, dutch scaled

roofings, moo cow silos

and heather.


greens, ochres

dust yellows and

spark whited cliff

faces fare about

and around the

river wide, narrow

en-isled and opened

carvings of its pathway.


land of pines and

scrub, eagles

and mollusk,

we sink gratefully into

its sovereign flow.


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