The River Poem by Ann Stanley
The River
Even though I’d love to suck in a gale
plough the earth with my teeth
and dive tongue-first into a frothy tide
I hardly ever stand even up to my ankles in the river
so I reconcile myself by wishing for the river
that it will always sparkle the way it does
when I see it from my window
and I hope it will go on tumbling into itself
slurping over boulders and licking its muddy banks for ever
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