Least Read Poems About Rivers

there  no   more   refrains  
                         of    names  
           like                                  Place of Circling Waters  
                           where the swallows                           frenzy  
        during this                  curious  
                     slit                    of         
                  blush  
                                  swarms      swerve  
                           clamor       chaos  
      at least  
                            to me and sensible  
        ...

Cloud
         fed
               low
                      waters
Mercurial
                architects
Rippling
             rivers
                       rise
by Jemia

I took to the bayou road at dusk
With a lantern low and an iron trust
Through cypress roots and Spanish moss
Where the devil roams and souls get lost

O, I run, I run, through mud and shade
With blood on hands and debts unpaid
He’s stalkin' close, in dark so thick
With eyes like coals and fingers slick

They say he waits on southern lands
With silver tongue and burned-black hands
He calls my name like a mournful hymn
And draws me down where light grows dim

O, don’t look back, and don’t slow down
Don’t heed his...