Friday, May 6, 2011

Her Cautious Auburn Beauty / new poems 2011

The River Time We Abide

our faces familiar
but different than before
from the one-another we both knew

the fuzzy-lit dream
of those years ago flickers
faintly, dull across our aging eyes

skipping frames forgot,
swallowed in the rise and rush,
the rhythms of The River Time we abide

echoes of Heraclitus
resound the same in our ears
as they do in canyons still carving

and so we heed his words
though whetted, weighted with regret,
"You cannot step in the same river twice."

acknowlegement to Bronwen Dickey and her essay, The Last Wild River,

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