Poetry of Issue #7        Page 58

The River Flows Unfrozen

The river is a curtain of time and space,
filling all flesh and each growing thing
flowing upward, becoming the clouds
scraping the walls of office buildings
washing the grime from darkened windows,
and Simon is a simple man and goes along
as do we all, thinking he controls a destiny
beyond the stars, and perhaps he looks down
from a crater on the dark side of the moon
where the river pauses in its frozen time,
and he sees a small blue globe where waters flowed.

  Jared Smith