How treacherously the river runs
when water levels fall
during this hot, dry
season in Hell.
Dancing the sandy bottoms
flapping and flailing,
scraped knees on rock,
sunglasses lost, beer overboard
I navigate dreams
alone on a tire tube
of false memory
that floats forever.
I try to forgive the dead
and dying myself
I learned only today:
this is nothing.
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