Riparian

This entry is part 39 of 51 in the series Une Semaine de Bonté

 

Page 42 of Max Ernst’s Une Semaine de Bonté

I sleep with the river
in my ears for years

I float I drift
empires rise and fall

clamor turns to murmur
in the temple of my pulse

I wake to a mudlark
crowing over his find

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