she is not a lazy river
keeping close to the bone
i can ride alongside her
heading uptown or going home
in the sunshine she looks greener
slippery along her shores
rainless blanched rocks miss her
a narrow avoidance from war
when pooled up she stagnates
waiting patiently for the rest
to push her over the flood gate
in their falling frothy zest
i could struggle through the tangled
vines
to reach the other side
scamper up deceptive dykes
or with her flow to glide
she stays the course along the way
not a deviating spur
from where she ran originally
no storm could make her stir
so go with her or mountain climb
a wandering without trails
get lost and lose the source
for empty holy grails
that is why i will never leave her
no wanderlust have i
once in a lifetime a river knows me
and stars shine in the sky
September 19, 2017
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