April is Poetry Month #5

These Rivers Endlessly Endlessly

Then I will swim the dreaming of my house,

the well-mannered happenings of my house,

the slip noose hanging from the frame of my house I will dream

the bright waters of my house

gathering in the broken heart of my house.

For it will be the bear-claw quilt that…

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