This poem is taken from PN Review 33, Volume 10 Number 1, September - October 1983.Dordogne
I park my dormobile, then walk
A mile upstream to start my swim.
A swirling current sweeps me back,
A floating man, my journey through
Deep greens and blues, reflected oaks,
An upside down red chimney stack.
From my new vantage point I see
A castle, perched on walnut trees,
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