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drought on talkin river (Free verse) by richa

the tributaries had lost their momentum since swell, and the run off had faded to no more than the shallow beat of a pebble, relentless as the beam of a lighthouse, the sun sifted salt from the wide mouth of the river, in hours held back by the treeless scoured landscape, meanderless and slow, which let the light through from the far fetch of warm europe; like the word of a gospel.

ecargo 14-Aug-03/8:00 PM
You have great sounds in this, long and slow, and good unobtrusive alliteration. Z's right, though; this is a river mouth--the meandering, the salt. Great images--really fresh and accessible.




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