the rocks become soft
for my head and hands
the swollen river bank
grasses become dry for
me to lie down
the dead leaves turn
to flowers
across the river
someone makes a
song out of hitting
a pipe

falling asleep on the
river looking up at
new red and white
buds watering me
dreams that heal my
mind that at the bar
heard the girl next
to me say, “I’ve got
to get out of
here.” crow speaking
prayers over me the group
of river eagles
surrounding my body in a

fire hydrants spraying water
on the streets
the glass night
gliding along the
river thinking the
spirit is everywhere
music on the stereo
being created in time
with my thoughts
and emotions