Riverish

.

Rivers run

they do not walk

they crest a dam

and do not talk

while 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

lent 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, 2018 Betty Hayes Albright 

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(a re-post)

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