• Cantara


    A river gushes north

    A radiant grin on the map

    Between ten fleshy digits it rushes

    Through racy pools I wade

    Leaving sallow ripples

    Treading green threads

    Melting into carmine swirls —

    These colors I leave in my wake

    A splash of empurpled drops and

    My head dips into colored waters

    At the ford I bath

    Between verdant banks

    In a living rainbow