Yard Sale of Thoughts

Tambourine trees are welcoming,
but the river’s disappearing,
slow ride on the gorgeous,
shrinking artery of green.

Branches submerged for decades
reappearing.
A sage’s fingers pointing downstream.

In the lull of the current,
a hush. Youthful skin on a dead branch
reminds us we can be
baptized more than once.

Mid-river, time stills.
The days could fizz on forever
squeezed between lime hills.

Shallow whitewater rapids
crossed like underwater mountains.
The trek is treacherous,
but a muddy riverbank lies ahead.

Summer will depart from us,
but not without cause for forgiveness.

When we see heavy clouds above,
they remind us of the water
floating us on in a labor of love.

©2023 | K.F. Hartless

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Cover photo by Photography314