Flood

by Ben   Jul 10, 2006


Gold brown upon the sated flood
The rock vine clusters lift and sway;
Vast wings above the lambent waters brood
Of sullen day.

A waste of waters ruthlessly
Sways and uplifts its weedy mane
Where brooding day stares down upon the sea
In dull disdain.

Uplift and sway, O golden vine,
Your clustered fruits to love\\\'s full flood,
Lambent and vast and ruthless as is thine
Incertitude!

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