River Musings :: 8-8-2018

“Tonight I want to write about bleached white trunks, like dinosaur bones along the edge of brown water. And sand, glistening, opaline, lit with evening fire against charcoal banks sprouting vegetation sweet with rot. There’s half-cracked shells glowing dusty pink amid tiny, clawed fingerprints and shale confetti. Crystal, shallow pools dipping beneath buried roots and swaying willow dancers, like moonshine bathing my toes. The steady breaths of silver backed sycamore leaves above me and kaleidoscope canyons carved from caramel silt under my feet.”

©️ Pearl Bayou 2018

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