the old river
paint
timeless wrinkles on mothers face

muddy river
meet
the clear flow of your young brother

fresh river water
cleanse
the ***** innocence in a clean bacterial mouth

river of innocence
tell
an old story to clean sheets yellowed

river of youth
run
bubbling eyes afraid of the cold bed
run
mother waits with her own river tale dry
run

the buddhist river
exist
dharma is the great nonexistent universe

brooklyn ferry
hold
a river of souls above rough water

river of one thought
be
ancestral water bathing all without time

oh river water
roll
where no soul can feel your roll
roll
eyes of your grandchildren are dreaming
roll
beautiful nothing is the flux of life
roll

the old river tells the youngest stories
the river babe of snow tells the oldest
of mountains unable to stop growing with arthritic slopes
the stories are the same
   old
   young
   flux
the story goes like this: