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Up where the river
smells like a river,
she drowns dreams.

Written on muslin,
wrapped round rocks,
tied with twine,
the burdens sink.

The water closes
widens its ripple,
then grows still.

Stone by stone,
heavier than air,
denser than water,
palaces rise below.

 


Melissa Fu grew up in Northern New Mexico and lives in Cambridgeshire, England. She has had work published several magazines including Envoi, the Blue Heron Review, and Right Hand Pointing.

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