The river keeps flowing by,
whispering under the stars,
murmuring under the sun,
carrying within its cold current
words to songs impossible to write.
The Blackfoot River;
bouncing between boulders,
winding by willows,
pushing past pines.
The purity of river music
would be diminished by words,
so I linger on the riverbank,
grateful for the gift of time,
witnessing the water
swirling with poetry.
Art in perpetual motion.
Time flowing forward.
Water dancing with the land.
© 2014 Richard Havenga
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