KIt Kelen #813 - notes towards a riddle of the creek

813

notes towards a riddle of the creek

first understand it is event

a certain season draws the sky

dark to this fold of green

caught close it furs

and spumes like sea

drunk with all this drink

it is always pointing

you could say down

with a camera and

we wash this

what lovely light in the after-rain

jungled to the tune still rings

and will till days from here