now we lose our river daughter
burrowing further down
thorium mobile radio nuclide
metamorphic rock
born
water lilies sun sinking
open hill living pool
years end down deep forest water
dark door opens wide
world self mend unborder
Tag: patapsco
wileys waltz
sliding on water
cutting into semiliquid
flying on unbonded ice
in the ferry channel by empty anchorages
over shoals
by thomas cove
past points lookout wagners leading stony rocky sandy
moss goose pond
whitehall bay
onto the severn
around the frozen hemisphere
risingest town
warehouses around the water
tobacco and snuff
wheat and corn and flour and bread
sugar and rum
iron
paper and wool
oak and poplar and mahogany and spruce
tar and turpentine
orange juice and coconuts
rice and cotton
fish and furs and skins
pork and beef and butter and cheese
beeswax and candles
nails and boots and assembling ships.
baltimore bricks
bowleys wharf
mr hanna transacting
on planks on piles of privy waste
and dredgings and oyster shells.
lost his small fortune in too many shipments to trinidad
zhujiang and patapsco
the eagle and dragon will become each other
only as snake and skunk
horse and hedgehog
goat and rabbit
monkey and moose
rooster and reindeer
dog and deer
pig and puma
rat and squirrel
ox and otter
tiger and wolf.
prosper
water lots
to the channel of the river
that penetrated a ledge
wharves of pine cord
one thousand feet.
named when it ran fast and cold
and the channel was glens and gorges
stretching from sunrise to sunset
deep water
he found deep water
forests of white oak
a gently sloping shore.
roads and women and men to come
as ships
assemble from visions and dreams
coles harbor
hills roll up and out
beyond the last reach of the sea
curled up,
the small green bones of mountain upon mountain
mashed and heaped from volcanoes and deltas and plains
then washed away.
hap hazard
timber neck
welsh adventure
diligence
mary borne
ridgelys delight.
a warren of plantations and farms in the hills around the harbor
with narrow roads through the marshes and woods
bole armoniack
summer is hot as in spain
winter is cold as in france
thunder and lightning purify the air,
in this place for industrious people.
just here no gold or silver with the iron ore
no way to sail to china
no forts or warriors to count.
but we thank you for the brass cross
and the wonderful map that showed so many the way
tide covered with froth
along the shores
hunters came
killing with stones
and harvesting,
always walking.
settling where fish teemed,
cultivating and weaving and potting
carving and tanning and painting.
andaste were hunting to the north of this backwater
when a lone shallop
rose on the water with the sun.
and slipped quietly past