River Day

A house skeleton crouches by the river.
A kayak blends water with sky
making a place for someone to see between.

Four fishing poles lean in and listen.
A cruiser, like a fat white fiberglass
duck chugs upriver.
In between, the wake waves remember for a while, then don’t.

Cormorants use the river
for an air cushion,
heading downriver for urgent appointments.

Nothing much happened today.

Except the river, unlike Orpheus,
lived its life without looking back.

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2 responses to “River Day

  1. This is just lovely….

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