Thursday, September 3, 2009

Poetry: Chain Haiku - The River

Little White River
is slicing through Grass Mountain
tumbling and sandy

As a child we swam
in those warm shallow waters
beneath cottonwoods

All of my cousins
in our gym trunks and blue jeans
like slick brown otters

Lanky teenagers
we played at life and love
next to the river

Years later a cop
would park on the bridge above
mourning for strangers

Memories tumble
in that whispering river
that graced my youth

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