The Fourth River

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Tributaries: “a dim morning to wake”

By on November 23, 2016

By Austin Anderson

 

 

snow along the top of fences breaking
sun on cinder blocks at dawn

there is no ponderosa no tamarack stone
molded cement walls & patio

three stem wild rose dead & hanging
on bamboo pole spears for the grapes

the black garbage bags & pulled weeds
left from fall worn in a canyon

wind west everything a muted breath
we breathe a fog as we pull tighter

our coats & scarves we have forgotten
exactly what it’s like to be cold

bare & breathless to be wanting

 

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Austin Anderson is a 2015 AWP Intro Journals Project Winner. His winning poem “When Asked How Many, I Didn’t Know” was published in Iron Horse Review. He is an OSU-Cascades MFA alum.