Poem: Ceremony

Descend downstream:
where blurred voices
peek through spaces
in razor grass stands.
To try out contentment
not yet taught to cheat.
 
We were already older
at those times of night.
It’s embedded in memory
the wooden stakes heaped
drenched by your gasoline.
In a blanket of darkness,
down the unnamed river,
the tips of a wand flared,
in a more serious magic.

*Previously published in K'in Literary Journal

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