River Song

We live close to the Tuckasegee river; I pass it every day as I walk or drive down our hill, and when our daughter was a little girl, we would sit by it, listen to it, and sometimes throw sticks into it and watch them sail away. This short poem first appeared years ago in a small publication called Blink, begun by Robert West, a poet and teacher from Asheville.

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Fighting the river
upstream to the source,
are you deadsure
you want to behold
it, the uvula thrumming
the song that comes out
of the river’s mouth?