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THE RIVER
 

A thief is the river
stealing cane fields by morning.
Riding beneath the clouds
its surface glints silver like a fish
below the slanting rain.
The river reaps the cane
and sends it to the ocean
to be milled by waves,
piece by piece torn and split,
to wreathe the beach
in a collar of debris
and leave the farmer to mourn.

 Sweet is the ocean
and the river fragrant,
with new supple curves,
arms around new islands
and in its running shallows
a new fence for a hair comb.

 A thief was the river.
I read its story in an old book
of the time before taming.

 Lynette M Arden


 

life and living

nature

concrete poetry


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Lynette M. Arden 2002 - 2003