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Like A River
By
Sam Flot
I
wish I could flow
Like
a river runs
Without
stopping drips
Without
dropping hints
About
phrases long caught in stasis
Left
to conclude with no basis
To
form a foundation
No
ground to indicate
Some
forgotten absorption
Taken
in and never released
I
wish I could flow
Like
a canyon crow
Flies
high up on the air
Above
the ridge and valley
Above
the river’s many eddies
Above
all the earthbound creatures
Dropping
and lifting on currents
I
wish I could flow
Like
a saxophone blows
Not
expressing opinion distinct
Gurgling
or peeking out
From
under the madness
Or
slow, easy, languid
Or
shrieking in glee easily mistaken for anger
I
wish I could flow
Like
a river flows
Like
a pine cone or
A
rock that knows
Whether
it is naked or clothed
Whether
it is caught or thrown
Skipping
over the surface
I
wish I could flow
Like
a river flows
2009
