Sent Under

What’s been sent under crops up
in heavy rain–buried trash, lost things
reminders of our disaster
our passage into the interior
scare provisions, melancholy
and the bad results thereof
the guides refused but we
in two canoes five hundred miles–
holy, magnetic, green.

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