The Cold Skin of Roses


A cloud full of stones
In its rain a river
Full of wiggle

Above First Water
The Barnhole upwelling
Full of salmon

Redd in a riffle
A female on her side
The male flavor


The seed in water
At source of difference
Where rock allows

Silver juveniles
The cold skin of roses
The branch in bloom

Already again
Smolts exit the river
Mouth unfinished


Into the ocean
A language relating
Language to world

Nothing is given
The glass in stone anoints
With metaphor

How many gallons?
Sea adds to the measure
A cup of salt


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