Falling Through

Waterbugs unzipping the seam of river,

hundreds of Vs opening before me,

it is warm but I know what lies ahead

the mirrored clouds afloat

on the smooth surface

in the late August twilight

now sink to the riverbed

like cotton candy autumn leaves

while fat walleye heave and leave

blooms of mud behind

in the mazes of weeds,

when I fall, I will fall

down into those clouds

I will be tucked into the riverbed

through the unzipped mantle of the world.


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