Song of a Reformed Headhunter
a poet's journal: notes, drafts and reactions
Thursday, September 14, 2006
The river is wild, and I don't know why
The river is wild, and I don’t know why.
There was no rain yesterday. Too early
for snow. No tanker to upset the waves,
but motorboats, tossed from hand to hand
as if they're motorized and finned grenades.
Jee Leong Koh
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