Lyreen River : Summer 1980

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The water is eternity.
A reddened evening soothes to its calm,
from stones
spread like speech
in the mouth of innocence –
in the glittered noise of future voice.
The water is eternity –
we, by default – its adjutants

editors note:

This water, that stone; an innocent encounter every time. – mh clay

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