On the theme of Rivers
old towne
the more you follow dirt road the steeper it opens down for you until – river. Around this bend and the huge dead old fallen – river. The pickup’s gone ass over – river. I am a shard of shale a pebble of sunward sediment a cloud of mud and moss taken with language making the longest way to the ocean but first the trees that wick the fur in the thirst but first the heat of insects but first we must visit every home but first every mouth every feed all hunger, look, river, I built you this drum. On it you will teach me a song.
Author Biography
Brian S. Ellis was born in Manchester, New Hampshire and lives in Portland, Oregon.