Tony
Keogh
Of
Ripples Reflecting
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In
the lank limbs of an afternoon
deluge,
the shadows of a lost cadence
oozing from the low cloud.
Vast distances of circumstance
unbridgeable,
a tumbling thistle seed in the wind.
The reflection of a mad red dawn,
ripples uncontrollably,
competing with the dark shadows
of stolen nights.
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The
2River View, 4.2 (Winter 2000)
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2River
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