river rat: gumbo
thunder, rose petals heave
silence in darkness
trickle, branches roil
dragged beneath silver
churn, bottoms release
chocolate impenetrable clouds
crest, ragged films mark
high to low
decay, heraldic clings amphibian
life no more.
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