Impermanence

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This
Mallard stink of home,
this scent of three in one,
the river banks
to left.

The
Willow trails
up scum. A gramophone
relents, its melody
the oars,

the
river bends,
the stones, the fissures in
the boat. A hand
trumpets

the mud,
the underside of love,
the pleasures of the reeds,
the hubbub of
the spawn.

(This poem was written for a challenge set by the blog, Red Wolf Poems. )

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