Blister hot highway sheens black
around glossy cracked sheets of rusty patina
sheer against the Blackfoot’s cool spitting foam
where the river salivates, imagining
slippery-limbed cliff jumpers
tickling its low places
as they eddy and weave
through its succulent flow.

Victoria provided an interesting prompt at dVerse Poets Pub. Visit the link for more contributions to the prompt. We were to use texture as a tool in our poems.

9 thoughts on “hunger

  1. whew…the black top had me all hot, glad you brought the river to cool me off…nice flow one image to the next…used to jump cliffs years ago…what a rush…


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