River Shadows – a poem

This poem was recently anthologized in an Emerging Poets volume; came to me after a day of hanging out by a mountain river up past Floyd with my friend David Clark.

Have you seen
the somber
loom of winter
trees lay stripes
on clear water —

maybe a trout
after snow?

The penciled
line jagged
along the
rocky bed
by a skittering
rippled lid

like time
what flows
like hurt
what won’t

a day underway
a smudge beneath
that will not
budge or sway

the current ignites
and scatters
the shadows
lay down the law

or is it two truths
that interplay
you go you stay
stubborn rule
that cannot hold
the flow at bay?

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