Detroit River ScapeThe riverís surface is grey green plush. The opposite shore populated by Albert Kahnís Neoclassical art peppered now and then by nameless Stalinesque edifices and salted by organic polyform tents reminiscent of the pleasure dome of another Kahn. A mottled slate grey autumn sky completes the scene as small boats rush about occasionally to secret ports on self important missions known only to the skippers While quietly a lone fisherman Sits in solitude on the bank awaiting nirvana.
Poetry by josephus
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Written on 2018-10-03 at 23:22
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