Riverish – 2012 posting

(I’m afraid this is what happens when you allow the muse to spin into a blur.)

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Rivers run

they do not walk

they crest a dam

and do not talk

just smoothing rocks

and rocking banks

in curving stones

and filling lakes

with bubbled lights

and gillied fishes

feeding wells

and granting wishes

silver curved

pastoral scenes

in flows of bold

through forest greens

and wearing blue

borrowed from the sky

where falling water

dragons fly

in grassy hair

and clover pops

through sunny glare

and mossy tops

the river

knows

its way.

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© 2012 Betty Hayes Albright