11 January 2017
Trailing each one,
a perfect wake, like oars,
each of their bodies, a scull,
they row round
a large scab of ice on the river,
the healing river,
after the accident
of a winter storm.
Philip Kuepper
(8 January 2017)
11 January 2017
Trailing each one,
a perfect wake, like oars,
each of their bodies, a scull,
they row round
a large scab of ice on the river,
the healing river,
after the accident
of a winter storm.
Philip Kuepper
(8 January 2017)
Hear The Boat Sing 