Low in the ghostly zone behind the dambeneath the bleached cliff and black water lineleft by the river’s sudden abeyanceI wait as a wetter season arrives,the thaw’s flow. The cracked floor absorbsfaster than the rain falls, shines the seamsbut does not heal. High above tall houses siton the former shore. I am not alone.The curious…

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