Hockey players in uniform float
down a river enlarged
by a massive ice-melt far away.
They hold their sticks high,
rudders without boats. Look, now:
they're followed by last year's
Queen of the Adrenalin Parade,
dressed in a gown of
She rides on a raft made
of synthetic whale-bones.
Violinists from broken
orchestras line the river-bank,
serenading all things that pass
on floods. In shallows,
fish hear strings' vibrations, shimmer;
and shiver. And the glare from the sun
is a blade. It is a harvest blade.