Rivers

Cold clean clear running rivulets
from the late spring snow storm
run a crooked cracked sidewalk line
merging, diverging and merging
around a discarded, wash-up bottle cap
a barren flat topped man-made island
Leaving curved etching in grains of sand
that tumble like boulders in glacial run off
collecting and creating countless drumlins
shovel loosed grass form dense archipelagos
just beneath an easy curbside waterfall
where a tributary runs joins a larger river
increasing in current and continues to widen
as it merges once again just before diverging
through a street-end stick/leaf clogged sluice
pouring into a yet larger river underground
flowing increasing with more and more streams
until after many days joining the violent currents
cold waters of upper Mississippi and flowing down
To the south, leaving the mouth to Gulf of Mexico
and the sea.

A Study in Alluvial Science in the Gutter Out Front

Cold clean clear rivulets of a long past snow storm

run a crooked line merging, diverging and merging

around a bottle cap–a barren flat topped manmade island–

or grains of sands that tumble like boulders in glacial run off

collecting and creating countless drumlins in miniature

chunks of shovel loosed grass form dense archipelagos

near a vast waterfall falling fast from a sheer concrete cliff

increasing the current and widening the flow as it merges again

and diverges through a metal sluice pouring into a larger stream

underground flowing and increasing with more and more streams

until after many days ending up joining the torrential currents of

the upper Mississippi and flowing south to Gulf of Mexico and the sea.

The Tickle

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A little tickle of inspired thought

or a needy notion nagging release

like a couple of well strung words

Tumbling around the muddy mind

clouded with the silt of daily concerns

the flotsam of outstanding bills to be paid

or murk of eyeing a promotion at work

or even figuring what to have for dinner

Not wanting to really have to cook

thinking something not too involved

rather wanting to scratch that itch

to sit and play with words and wit

to get them down, rearrange them,

massage them, beat them into place

until they fit just right with no sharp edges

passing the tickle to your discerning ear.