Changing forces in mid-stream

Without water we would be wordless, worldless on Wednesday…

The ancient eavesdropper

Echoing, echoing, echoing

Water tumbling over stone

Falling, falling, falling

Consumed by a drowning drone

Swirling, swirling, swirling 

Eddies eroding edges of the shore

Spilling, spilling, spilling

The stream bank’s rich earthen gore

Carrying, carrying, carrying

Sediment, silt, fish egg and bone

Drifting, drifting, drifting


    where the

       oxbow                                 on its own

          cranes its                          to a stop

                horseshoe              whinnies     

                              neck and

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About tyler4turtles

I am an avid photographer, poet, ecologist, bookworm, blogger, art enthusiast and runner who calls Montana home but lives in Oregon.
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