On the warm July river head back upside down river for a roof slowly paddling towards an estuary between trees there's a dog learning to swim near me friends on shore my head dips back to the eyebrow I'm the prow on an ancient vessel, this afternoon I'm going down to Peru soul between my teeth a blue heron with its awkward broken backed flap upside down one of us is wrong he his blue grey thud thinking he knows the blue way out of here or me
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