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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