River
by Donald R. Anderson aka dramaartwriting, Song of Blue, etc.

Speak your tongue
flavored in thirsty vines
slathered in frothy wakes
destined for salt mines
and chiseling the faces of North America
sliding up the traces of sky
in mists of eternal consciousness.

Where will you turn course
against my rock
or will you wear me out
till I’m grains in your soul
drifting in currents of our ancestors
seeped in stories
lives deep.