we all sing
Please read and enjoy the work of a talented writer.
(and you and me river)
sing
songs about seas over stones.
is time of the essence
as you giggle green mosses,
wink sunlit kisses
as a poplar wades
with you?
she waves to me
and points the way
beneath her
where amber honey pots lay
drinking
dark champaign colored shadows
i wonder…
can bees swim
and is she their queen?
what does it matter to polliwogs?
birth is of the essence.
you are all things green and
i am all things dry….
you flood us with mysteries
like time
and why good and evil exist
and why my skin flakes,
flakes like snow lost in desert niles.
sometimes
we are children
who hate questions
without
answers
so we stop skipping rocks on
your hour glass waves.
like polliwogs turning
into frogs
and leather skinned lizards
climbing off hot spots…
we eyeball dry rocks
pitch bitter boulders…
dream…
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