Greedy eyes soak up the details
of this river-bend in summer.
The orange clay contrasts strikingly
with the grey of the sedimentary rock.
Layer upon layer, of shades, carved down
by this flowing water, year after year.
I sit and watch the emerald green spirit
float by me on its journey to the sea.
Cool and crisp, it caresses my toes as they
dangle from the shore swirling patterns.
Circles and figure-eights abound as my
improvisational side takes over.
Perhaps a kick or two, to send sparkling
diamonds soaring into the air.
They fall back each with an individual sploosh.
The sun is high overhead, marking the noontide,
as I sit watching the peaceful flow,
of my friend the river, pass me by.

01/07/2004

Posted on 01/08/2004
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