#1015 - a river misting

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a river misting

 

things emerge

other decks

voices

call the day

 

half here

last dreamt

 

a wash up, tide

misted swans still with

we run the other way

 

come from the river

blue over sat banks

green slopes up

it runs

 

from picnic to far misted peaks

 

thin mirrors and a half tree floating

 

uncork at the hour of drift

 

there is an out there

barge pass to it

 

silhouettes, a branch like snow

 

mist slips past underfoot

slips under

 

with window is a door

 

sometimes have a cloud come in

 

under river another’s as lost

 

all sketching this mist from which

a sudden forest so

 

sometimes with a bridge to under

all ideas come dim