shores
two shores, apart
a river joins them together
lie facing,
admiring each other,
soft contours
and luscious green slopes
now their own,
since the last angry flood
went away
and left them
alone in their comfort to heal;
now jealously
watch one another
as the river,
dividing its time,
kisses each bank in its turn.
they look to each other,
inseparable, needing,
on opposite sides
still secretly crumbling
in a river's
parting caress…
© Jonathan Bohrn (1998) |