Monday

River



The river is a god
we heard her roaring
all white and frothy
this morning.  Come

here pretty man and
yes you can bring 
that woman I think
I might like her too.
Bring me a bridge,
I'll take the old tree
and maybe a couple
of young ones all
green and leafy
would be lovely.

She is our god
today as we watch
today as we pray
for the bridge to hold
for the road to hold
for the tree and the
house and the newly
planted garden filled
with snapdragons.

I don't think the fish
will drown but you
can never know when
she will be satisfied
this river, this god

and I think she may
like snapdragons.