Monday, June 15, 2009

A river runs through me



A river runs through me,
one thin sheet of glass,
and if I turn rock at my edges and bends,
it cuts away at corners...
gnashing at me,
wounding,
bleeding me,
and flings me away,
into times lost.
A river runs through me,
and I am just about learning,
to wear it in a perfect fit.

Painting Courtesy: www.clatsopcollege.com/ River Spirit, by CCC Painting Instructor Kristin Shauck

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