It is a haughty river, moving as swiftly
as the train in places, traces
an arc through the plains. The rains
followed the rise of the bluff, enough
height surely to keep the waters at bay, they prayed
through the night, fright
unfurled, whirled
its fury over banks so high, sky
meeting the edge of current, weren’t
there enough people to curse the power, every hour
the water rising, surprising
fly fisherman to shore, more
people gathering at water gaping, escaping,
escaping, escaping.
It is a haughty river, moving as swiftly
as the train in places, traces
an arc through the plains. The rains
followed the rise of the bluff, enough
height surely to keep the waters at bay, they prayed
through the night, fright
unfurled, whirled
its fury over banks so high, sky
meeting the edge of current, weren’t
there enough people to curse the power, every hour
the water rising, surprising
fly fisherman to shore, more
people gathering at water gaping, escaping,
escaping, escaping.
It is a haughty river, moving as swiftly
as the train in places, traces
an arc through the plains. The rains
followed the rise of the bluff, enough
height surely to keep the waters at bay, they prayed
through the night, fright
unfurled, whirled
its fury over banks so high, sky
meeting the edge of current, weren’t
there enough people to curse the power, every hour
the water rising, surprising
fly fisherman to shore, more
people gathering at water gaping, escaping,
escaping, escaping.
Copyright 2008 Maia Twedt
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