The river bank


Sand slips from under the feet

falling into waters that wink

and demur a little
 

dragging away a few weary grains

-the shapes of trudging feet

-some persistent heartbeats
 

Still thoughts

tilting the balance

of moving life
 

churning the watery mirror

into concentric, muddy memory pools

I watch them go and die
 

half assuaged

yet unable to crush

an indistinct murmur
 

I know

they will be back

I know where they live.

©Reena August 2012

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