10 March 2013
roiling from the opposite shore.
Rays of sunsets descend
through mirrors. Long boats are crossing
reflections too bright to be seen
leaving the sun behind them.
Clouds curl like smoke. Ripples
reflect breezes across this river.
A wide boat is turning.
Paths of fire are flickering away.
A barge’s wake spreads the twilight.
2 June 2005