River, Speak
I like to believe the river would speak / like a silver assassin.
By Iris Jamahl Dunkle Posted in Poetry on March 15, 2019 0 Comments 1 min read
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Perhaps the river, if it wanted to speak would
be deep-voiced, gravel drawled.  Perhaps it would
be forgiving as the low fog that scarves
the valley redwoods.  Our discretions
mutter – light rain whispering leaves.  How we
gathered, scraped, took and re-routed gravel
to cover our driveways and roads. Gravel
that was once rough gutted ground down to smooth—

I like to believe the river would speak
like a silver assassin.  Loud and full
as a tide-swell, as a muscle of mud flood
that can swallow a Safeway, a whole town.
That could scream out: You don’t know what you’ve done.
In a voice made from the entire sea.


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