The dirt beach
hugs to the wake-ridden
river flow,
a strip of unearthly green
which laps at mud
and our wayward toes.
In its body
I know the
long fish dwell
their silver sides
slithering and cold.
It is a beautiful
mirror with no bottom,
no end I can see
and I sink down
because I can.
There in the silt
I breathe and my
body snakes away.
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