Levee: the second can resemble the first.
Along the river Futurity,
its lips licked by tongues of fresh snow melt,
sediment builds a ridge like the assembly of men
around a monarch’s morning wakefulness.
Sentinels pile up behind the gnarred current
bleating grains of what’s to come.
Farther down the river
the ridges are already forming.
K. Shawn Edgar | 8787453 | 97823#4 | Jar109Tar3