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Saturday, March 2, 2013

Poetry: River Ink

River Ink

Went to the river looking for a poem
I found my familiar trail
Winding woods that hug the bank
Whatcom Creek in August
Bushes high and
Full of berries,
Birds and spiders webs.

Grass sways underwater
Moving in sync with the river
This what peace looks like,
Melted into movement

Tree branch dips over the drink
Desiring more of plenty
Is water from the root not good enough
Do you cool your leaves in the noon sun

Down by the edge there’s a place to sit
Two dead trees have slumped across
I dip a stick into the stream
Like pen into ink
To write my name on the
sun bleached wood.

The sun grabs my letters
Throws them in the air
Birds ride the upward current
Did I just disappear?

This poem and others by Shannon P Laws 
are available in a paperback book 
Madrona Grove: Poems Written Under the Canopy
published by Chickadee Productions and printed at the independent 
Bellingham book store Village Books:


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