Alluvial Rhythms
by Wes Houp
Creekstones comfort
the shoal,
dusk glows bones,
one complete female
Epioblasma,
the right valve
of a male.
The river made the world
from a heavy cloud.
I read Williams
in the dark
of a basswood
and open the night
with a small fire
like a hot knife.
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