rivers
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When I am at the river I am a child again traipsing enthusiastically across her shores. When I am at the riverI search for flat rocksto skip across the water, gigglingas they bounce four, five, six times. When I am at the riverI wade into the crys
Raging river from shallow fallscarves a gully amidst the bankseroding sullen earth's gauntletsqueezing it between twisted ranksplunging into the dark abysstumbling over the rocky planks
Lazy, muddy river
Stretching down from north to south
Curling like a length of thread
Highway
With steamboats, paddleboats
As automobiles
Drawling, lolling tongue
Land around home to
This, a River
This, a river,
I am not lines but curves
Winding around sand bars
Creating islands
Revealed in low tide
My current pulses life
Tadpoles, carp, algae
I smile in light
The return of the rain heralds ages of growthwhere leaves left forgotten to their last ending goeth.
The return of the rain hails the heel of old firesmakes moss meet to grow on tall boreal spires.
Because I love you, you’re always there for me, I’m always there for you as we rock the boat through the rivers and waterfalls of life.
The rivers are my friends
When I need a break from men the rivers are there
When I need to lay my body down to weep the rivers are there
When everybody and their souls have gone on home the rivers are there
"The darkness of a shadow
The trickle of a stream
The sweet grass in a meadow]
As light cuts through the trees
The little barn owl swoops low
As a mouse rustles the leaves
"Take me to the river
Where i feel free
Take me to the river
So forever I can see
Take me to the river
Where tides wash thee clean
Take me to the river
Where alone I can be
When people and life give you grief
there is some advice you always receive:
“Take it with a grain of salt,” they say.
It’s such a cliché.
And what they don’t tell you
By the River Piedra
I sat down and wept
All my fears into the stream
Carried down to the stones
The bones, the sun shone
That day, again I await the day
That you return home
Twisted rivers
sing broken songs
a confused rush
instead of peaceful mutterings
tearing away shorelines
with desperate grabs
instead of a passing caress
eventually their madness fades
