Beside the Dosewallips River

It was a morning of river music,
the same river that sang all night
in and under my dreams, moving
my hands toward your body, and I
forgot everything I ever learned except
our love-times. I forgot everything
I can never tell you. The river carried me
on its back, and now it seems I am towing it,
testing the ground along the bank with my stick,
through knee-high ferns and the downed trees.
An unknown bird is romping on the rocks,
and all the while the river is rushing and going,
music that can only be towed by the heart
into the morning of one particular day, this one
that is here and shining, and forever now.

Copyright 2007 Jeanne Lohmann
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