Posts Tagged ‘rivers’


cool after the rain the wash of clouds
soft drift the clean face of a bird
high on a naked limb
sharp whistle
& away
where
something
waits to feed
its terminal want
call again the dissolving
visible of old men laughing
shake the bowl of rivers drink
the milk of days until the red has
its flowers & the seeds fall to open

© 2010 Richard Lance Williams July 9 fall to open