Shade Hastens Evening

by John Swain

Cloud shade hastens evening
upon the overgrowth
where black vultures gather
around the shored garfish.
I am renewed in a blue cloth
like a sheet holding grapes,
the river wears no stain
although I asked
what have you shared.
Rain floods this place of passing,
I taste two fingers of water
and forget
the bones resting in my flesh
held gently as branches.

John Swain lives in Louisville, Kentucky. He has previously contributed to Willows Wept Review, and his fourth chapbook, Burnt Palmistry, is forthcoming from Full of Crow.

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