in limestone, granite, sedimentary blocks
we built the channel, ran the course.
the green of the water, hemmed in
and dutifully moving us place to place:
the braying of the labor, side by side,
broad backs, grey spines, buzzing flies.
where i refuse, you insist, and years from now
we may have built a world for that.
Saturday, April 22, 2017
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