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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