The Riviére Rohan L.Q. Myers Living in the trampled hedges rabbits run, beneath rampant brush and scrub, collecting secrets from the serpent’s lips. Slippery, polished stones hold tailored dirt, caressing flitting, glassy, figures which glide to-and-fro amongst fetid scum and dulse. Imbibing fawns sup from the crystal swill, and swelling rapids turn and shatter on burly shelf and slag. Laden rock and mortar pose atop cascading loam and sod. Allowing for the swain and lover to peruse the rill. Yet, against the portrait of the sky, large, aching oaks grip and claw, captivating the audience of the strand. Man and wife through forked-tongue do fill their stint with booze and decanter. Sliding and slithering to bed, the couple of cotton-mouths lie patiently in the underbrush.
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