Lethe by Herb Kauderer

Herb Kauderer

kneel at the banks
by the ford and peer
into the soft wrinkled
brown-green blanket

watch it undulate
in random patterns
in a voice
that soaks up sound

birdcall & leaf
flame & wood
absorbed & reformed
into gently urging

calling you
to sleep

first appeared in CWM late 1992

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