you think you
know
the depths
of a september
river
but you forgot
that there is
silt 
coming up from
the floor
stirring free
     clouding
your brain  
rising from
dormant
like iron ore
waste piles
broken up in
life
a life just as
well 
kept hidden
undisturbed
from every
dream
left in
fragments
     green
landings 
     just
beyond
--- e b bortz
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