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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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(re-posted from 3 years ago)

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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 fish

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, 2018 Betty Hayes Albright 

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If you were an ivy vine

would you spread

across the foothills, and

wind your way

through sharp pitched mountains

curling ’round

the fallen log

where it bridges

the muddy slough?

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And would you wend your way

around deep lakes and

through the tangled valleys

to the stand of trees

where you’d remember me?

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Would you wrap

around my trunk and

spiral through my branches

as you followed every curve

to the top

where we both

could touch the sky?

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And at noon

when you felt

the warm lips

of the sun

upon your leaves

would you sink your roots

into my bark?

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I think you’d grow on me.

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(c) 2013, 2018  Betty Hayes Albright

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(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.

.

© 2012 Betty Hayes Albright 

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