deep river of things
conveyor of human freight

a crimped rill begins your chute
expands to a mouth
two hundred miles wide

effluvium of your travels
whorls of silt muddy the clear

the clear never quite clear
of hidden life that poisons
of rainbowed oil slick

a drone of wings carrying
god only knows what

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