Tuesday, November 20, 2007

POEM - RiverThanks

The river has folded its hands and bowed its head -
it squats among golden hills, in reverence.
Beneath the promiscuous slope of mountain,
covered by pale blue that is like wanting,
from somewhere, out of nowhere -
From the daring swoop of hawk, or the bubble of river water,
I cannot be sure which -
I heard the words "thank you".

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