Water Runs

Season of immolation
      guts & bones
ribs seared to white
 sun-glare, heat-dash
pebbles’ broken-tooth chatter underfoot,
a rolled ferry carcass,
& bridges that span simmering air.

Water runs, they say
to some finish line
taking life with it.
           From rock to rock
           we mark the passing -

    rivers as graveyards -
    such fundamental deaths.

Written belatedly for Earthweal’s challenge. “Rivers, Gone”

2 thoughts on “Water Runs

  1. “Rivers as graveyards / such fundamental deaths” — I don’t think we can measure the loss to the world’s spirit when these arteries vanish. But we try. Stellar poem. (PS, earthweal will be back at it with river songs again next week.)

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