Benjamin Posted June 24, 2012 Share Posted June 24, 2012 high in the church of sky I saw a congregation of seagulls flying backwards on a torrent of prevailing wind and moon-led tides swept caravans with ravaged lumps of trees along the swollen river I recall the permanence of its small buoys whose pleasure craft now wrestle with the muddy riverbed-- the empty reservoirs and hose-pipe bans-- the parched duck ponds-- and how we prayed for rain Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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