Smooth river
Smooth the spill
Way- crumbled
Smooth the sound
Slipping
Rock-ridden
The last spring
Strewn
With sycamore scabs
And bud clung arms
Spearing wet
Dusty fingers
A void
Gapes under
March
Water shed
Smooth the curl
To sing this bath
A mothered leaf
Will be
Eddy held
The light -broken sun
Is diamond split
In riffs and seams
This bending neck
Is loosed of veins
Folds
Of marble strain
Flow this wearing mantle
Hear
(You are fixed)
For here
(You are spoken for)
Tom McGlynn
copyright 2014
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