Green Peas at Stake

Watching the Current (Dew Drop 25)

Watching the Current

The riverbank has swollen
to drown the wayward vine,
creeping into its territory,
as the end of spring
renovates the skin of the earth.
A brown scaly branch
bounces downstream to meet
its insignificant decay,
taking with it a memory
of the mother tree, and I,
with a book on my lap,
watch the water pour
over the boulders, savoring
the flow without an attitude
or a yearning. If there could be
a moment in life in which
I could stay forever,
this would be it.
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