The Dead Side of Spring

the dead side of spring

down river,

she’s busted her banks!

 

full and high

carrying

broken limbs,

a girl,

bloated up

as if she was pregnant

 

young

pale

squashed between branches

pushed past

the mud

that keeps the alive,

alive

 

full

deep

and

naked

as a lover’s eyes,

only the dam

will stop her

 

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