Mark Wunderlich

Landscape Dream #7

As a child I was taken in a boat

out onto the river           Insects buzzed

Small fish rose to the surface

then receded

The boat's motor when it cut out

made the other sounds large

We drifted toward an island

separated from the banks by a channel

Drifted in the shade provided

by a canopy of trees

But soon we noticed them

cutting their S's in the brown water

slipping their dry lengths

over green branches      Black

and airless they took things from us

took the small breaths

from our tightening chests

Their eyes held no light

Absorbed nothing

But it was more than that

The snakes hanging from the canopy


into the water around us

twisting like the ink across a text

divided the world in half

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