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Fisher's Landing

by Melina Raven Maness Diebold

To and fro

I go, I go

Withery leaf and tufted twig-boats

to and fro they go

the river wafts and rafts flow

to and fro they ever go

And the river always laughs

flowing to and fro

Stripping arrowheads

from the beach they know

Broken tips, thudding boot trips, busted lips

as the River never slows

Always going, ever flowing

never knowing where it goes

Flint masterwork uncovered

soil and clay-quilt smothered

Broken sod underneath shows

Riverbed bone menagerie

under where the tree roots grow

each tree, silt-slimey standing

in rows and rows

When the rain bathes and swathes

the rivershore in new muddy clothes

Remember the feet that pressed the peat

and mud of long ago

To and fro, circadian

the river plashes and loes

each wave washing

the mussel shore as it goes

A grave-kissing water ribbon

snaking along the beechnut rows

where the deer dally and drink

and kiss the water with their nose


Author's Note: I live near the TN River. What can I say?

Posted on 10/17/2003
Copyright © 2022 Melina Raven Maness Diebold

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Roger J Kenyon on 01/03/09 at 02:50 AM

Very nice with excellent imagery Melina.

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