The river never threatens to
dry itself up, or cast itself into itself.
The river holds the plank
but never walks it. River,
you must be my summer friend.
I will explore every blade
of your manmade banks until I know
you properly, and I will write you
these stories about myself, not as an act
of ego but an effort to expose myself
to you, so you might know me
and call me friend, too
-- Stephanie Paterik
Excellent poem for this sultry hot Hudson day
Posted by: Betsy Drake | June 21, 2012 at 08:56 PM