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.
Janus, the guardian we get when two rivals are one in the same, back-to-back, and we linger under the falsehood of choice.
K. Shawn Edgar | 8787453 | 97823#4 | Jar109Tar3