12 Degrees & Skiving

what began as year-long challenge has become perpetual until further notice

the oxbow

they were glazed
when we met
they looked

like a brook through
crazed glass,
how i measure them

now
is in the
proximity

according
to shifting
requirement

they asked & i poured
the wine of omission
but saw the oxbow too late

tipped into the moraine
downstream of an estuary
that flows only in cloudburst

the tumbling tongues, yellowed teeth
the language the ears sought fit
a midden of silt

and taking nothing
more they left me
a bewildered thirst

worse than
had i walked
40 miles of desert

dryriver

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