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Poet Commentaries

Disturbed Placid

In the narrows
seven slipped from hands
onto rocks and under feet;
eddies and spray
as loved ones push back
desperate again for capillary.

The river swells
surging over the undertow.
Just ahead breakers crest;
the even flow of hair
turning to whitecaps of faces.
Heard is the roar
of breakwaters and levis.

Rubber booted dredgers
clear twenty one layers
of delta silt
split rocks and broken limbs
under the too late lights
of portable lighthouses
guarding the exits.

Tiny hands pull
creating a current
and tiny whirling vortexes.
Detritus of belly button fluff
and toys circle,
faster and faster.
The rubber ducky
gets sucked under first.

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