On this Day in 1995

The Mississippi River is a poem.
I slip through city pores
to its west then south then west
bank. It will not be shaped

by coordinates. Will not lay down easy
for measurement.
How to become plum with a poem is
a gritty quest with a solution that won’t be fixed.

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