Harper Lewis in the Catawba River
Hot as blazes,
muggy as inland Florida.
Down 74, there’s relief
in Belmont—
the clean river,
muddy from rain, sandbar
so massive the
current
lags,
dwindles, blood
warm water creeping,
cool beneath the surface.
I dip my legs deeper,
lean back, close my
eyes,
drifting
into different waters.
About the Creator
Harper Lewis
Intrusive rhyme bothers me, except as a weapon.
Intertextuality is my passion.
Formalist/ New Critical are my guiding theories.
My words are mine, not a robot’s.
MA English literature, CofC
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