River Walks
River that walks take up your banks
In your house dwell ranks of stars
Bright burning flowers celestial powers
Of living light like love adorning
Dispel the night another morning cloth
Falls on moth wings singing thanks
And praises heaven raises our sails and spars
A cross of scars now pastel chalks
Take up your banks, River that w a l k s . . .
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2013-10-05 at 10:52
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