say, a river of dark honey
say cormorant, a swimming
neck and head
curved the wet black neck
diving through, flecked with gold
the sliding dark
river dusted with leaves, with sun
dusted with glint, touched
with the tip of the brush—say
goanna, its tail on the ridged bark
finely dotted with yellow, scales of
paint on the slow curve bending
the honey river, its dark flank
speckled with light, with dust
spreading wide under the shine
of sharp leaves brittle
banksia and she-oak
soft-flaking paperbark
river of slow honey, say dark
river of light
Poem
say, a river
Pamela Schindler