Pysht River
Banana slugs shine black
In the half dead sun
A day off from fishing
Time spins on its
perpetual right turn
To gaze at the milky horizon
with its moutainous ****
I drink it in like a hungry cub
A flight of seagulls to the right
Form an interesting signature
A sudden light sprinkle
from the dim heavens
Cause a downward glance
back to the ponderous slugs
Lazing on green carpet fuzz
I walk for half a league
along a blackish band of road
Then enter a berried thicket
I empty my full bladder
dousing the dirt with lemonade
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