|
| 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, | |
| opposites, | |
| still secretly crumbling | |
| in a river's | |
| parting caress… | |
| © Jon Bohrn (1998) | |
