The midday insects buzzed in the gum trees,
and invisible heat refracted distant waterfowl.
With the scenery out of the way,
I approached a stranger seated
at the water’s edge.
“I’ve come to warn you.
The river’s flow is orthogonal
between its shores,
and its cloudy blue is beyond
all that is natural.
“On the far side, the cross-flow
rises from the underworld,
and here, it returns to the depths
from whence it came.
“It’s undermined the riverbank.
The ground will surely crumble,
and you will fall to whatever fate
I needed a little dramatic tension.
The stranger looked up
from peeling her mango.
“The water simply reflects the sky,
and though the patterns
of intersecting ripples
are unexceptional in every way,
I enjoy the subtle harmonies
“My apologies. Perhaps
I’ve mistaken a misplaced memory
of dry dreams for mundane reality.”
I dipped my nib atmospherically
in the blue-bag water and wrote:
Only nothing pleases me,
the rest is either six of one
or half a dozen of another.
My eyes were bleeding ink,
and the stranger stared.
An explanation was called for.
“These dark tears are of no concern.
They are not my true sorrow.”
The ink was the dry variety,
found in laser printer cartridges.
It coagulated electrostatically
on the page, and added
a few words in Klingon:
ΦΣ⊇ξ λ⊗ ∏∀Γ
Behind us, there was
a rumbling sound.
A sinkhole rose,
and a factory
“Looks like you were right.”
“I’m Alícia Arrepio.
I worked in that factory,
“Would you like some mango?”
“Thank you. I call myself Blade Walker.
I’m not afraid to walk on the grass,
even if the signage forbids it.”
to be continued or discontinued
Riverbank, from an original photograph at Carss Bush Park, with the visual evo engine, my software that seeks unimagined realms, and the Visual Revelator, that uncovers what is hidden in the shadows and the light.