Saturday, May 14, 2005

Green River Girl

simple girl sits by the river
her fingertips trying to touch
the bottom without getting wet

she is swimming with you,
green river women,
towards the bridge
below the service of men

where your favors to them,
those boys who brought you
to the edge of this green river,
fell short of breath by force

then a pocket full of stones;
their grandmothers
and their grandfathers.

she feels these reflections
floating past each finger
while some sun
tints the river green

1 comment:

arch.memory said...

I love the color of this poem, that muddy blue green. I think it matches your site's background well. (This is supposed to be a compliment, from someone who's very visually oriented).