Charles Belbin


On the River of Multiplicity 

Drinking in the pace
rafting, drifting downstream,
coming back, small plash pole push
by slow stepped pole push
flat broad waveless water
little eddies swirling past:
life can indeed be
easy and simple
if we let it flow.
In the distance
karts humped
slanting green, dark, hazed,
disappearing into river mist,
into gray ink-splashed sky.


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