Above the river
by a troupe of yew
a tower broods
in crumbling light.

Burning rust
on an iron bell
glows in the sun
like the color of fox.

A sundial lurks
in a pool of moss,
lifting its blade,
a bearded fin.

A barge of shadows
pleats the river,
hunting rumors
of custodial sea.

06/25/2012

Posted on 06/26/2012
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