Hell, it feels like nothing
is carrying you across
like you’re packed in bulrush 
following the river forward 
or a motor with its little propeller  
propped out of the water 
in back of the boat 
staring up at easy beauty 
and thinking of those lines 
that push one planet 
this way and pull another that
why should your foot 
feel for the mainland
or your hand napkin up the gunk 
your boots won’t leave behind 
hear the river? It says
easy does it, feel no pain 

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