dark

green river

under blue grey clouds

flows

bull dog with the green eyes

leaks feminine eye pods

nothing happens

as yet another day rolls by

winds blow the small duck waves

milford sounds

a something stirred
in the quiet moon night
as waves spoke a silent tangi rain song

and something moved
it was neither chooky nor me
nor a hone's freedom poem

we were safe that night
on the northshore beach