Pine river snakes itself through the hills
An unappealing stretch of dried beds and rock
Drought infested-near dry to the bone
A terminal slow death upon Mother Nature's clock;
...
Read full text
There is a sense of wind here, moving water- of gathering and breaking. Astonishingly, I think you've somehow partly created it through letter strings- internal patterns. Masterful craftsmanship. One tiny poem: who will/can ever digest your body of work, except you? Astonishing.
Well, Doug, i am glad that you were astonished. This was a collab. It's source sprung forth from the reading of anothers poetry. Those that follow my work, will know and beable to easily digest this piece. Thank you for taking the time to comment. Theo