Step-stone strides to dry-bone the midstream
with a primate’s plan from upstream source to downriver destiny

Serving at my own pleasure,
flowing true, essential, urgent
and upright in the Light to countervail any counter-bore,
with a raven’s insight to spite eddying doubt

There’s room en route for a good few folk
living well, kindly and vividly-caulked
We sagacious waders meander rapidly
past bank-to-bank pedestrians,
and paddlers sodden and shallows-dragged

Until a marine moraine seasons our reach,
to foil the spectators silted in a temporal becalm
or parched, embanked and bleached to beach





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