L2
At the Green River
From between roots water pours
Empties onto a flat rock shelf
Travels eight feet sings into calm river rest
Emotions are hard
I love you! I love you! I
Don’t know what to do!
The rock shelf
So far from traffic noise
Sleeps at the level of water
A skin of it less than a quarter inch covers it
Two feet wide
Between the steep tree and bush cut and flat
Looking down, the opaque
Goes on forever
I carry your wild
Hair like damage; your brown eyes
Look into depths of sighs.
In that reflecting pool
Liquid green
The fish wandering
Among a tumble of stones
I realized I learned something
Not about you.
