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No river

 

Only this white silence provoking the crows to sound

 

Navigation or terror

 

A current of blots darkening as they grow closer & their caws like shears

 

Or a majesty of witness

 

A kind of alternate autumn in the alders

 

Leaves with hearts in them dropping black into the imagined water

 

There is something changing they account for & we cannotImage