The poem
On the warm July river head back
upside down river for a roof
slowly paddling towards an estuary between trees
there's a dog learning to swim near me friends on shore
my head dips back to the eyebrow I'm the prow on an ancient vessel, this afternoon I'm going down to Peru soul between my teeth
a blue heron with its awkward broken backed flap upside down
one of us is wrong
he his blue grey thud thinking he knows the blue way out of here
or me