wind
stalled out
after
the rain
leaving
reflections in black & white
treetops
in small pools
looking
upward
the
river is the only one moving
a
railroad bridge
&
penitentiary
have
a secret meeting
loose
spikes & stone walls
ante
up in carbon notes
the
river bends looks the other way
---
e b bortz
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