my river turns <br />breath stricken around <br />thrilling stones, laps up <br />hoarded balcony grey pearls- <br />birds mutter wild disguise <br />in rickety rockety sky which <br />greases silver plateaux <br />over dwarfs of mist <br />sprayed with golden glue- <br />vapour hangs in the loom, <br />carving cloistered hunches <br />of red bark in onion slippery <br />glaze.<br /><br />Michael Witkowski<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/river-mine/
