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dirt flew

around the shadows

coming like knives

flies bite

I was riding through

everyday making minnows

skiff out

backbreaking, full of cotton

the morning god

on the rocks around us–

water splashed

out of the ocean

mumbling by the graveside

the old man

with long hair

broken gate sign

worn words

change direction

on a thin wire

the paper angel

vibrates

floating upriver

the garbage barge

with seagulls

the red undertow

of a slow moving river–

rock shadows

abandoned sneakers

in full moonlight

by the river