RIVERBRIDGE

I gaze into the emptied canal
I want to drape your naked body in silk
a magnet deep in the broken rock
has latched onto my heart

lie down in your tight room to hear
tiny noises of human life
I'll be waiting in a small boat
way up behind your left ear

mirror hair blown back by tobacco
who has loved the grandmother of children
she who struck deep into a striker
leveled the flowers on living ground

to lie down with a stranger
brought up a bed in ashes
to the height of great forests
and dropped slender shoots
cloud patterns into waiting baskets.