summer water
October 26, 2018
Along the river, winding so,
the trees draw hotly close
Dry air, wet ground,
But lack of unshod feet
The groggy song, of tired stream
with dark along the banks
light will filter through the leaves,
but lack that cleansing heat
No bodies part the echoed image,
No shouts of joy do ring
and a something sings a cheerful song,
with grieving tone beneath
An eddy stirs an empty boat
in a river wide and deep
The sway of water, and of trees
will put anyone to sleep.