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- River to River
- Hai-Dang Phan
- River spidering across the wall, sailing
- through the air. River flashing with silver
- sequins fastened to sunbeams. River always
- in pieces, a torn ribbon streaming everywhere.
- River carving out a canyon through the years,
- seen from a sudden grassy overlook,
- an old bridge, a new shoreline, endlessly
- crossing and recrossing our lives. River
- this winter with sixteen eagles alert
- and searching. River unfrozen and pooling
- around the ankles of trees in springtime,
- daring us closer. River asleep inside
- the black night like a spent lover,
- dreaming of being a chandelier of rain,
- first velvet wet drops on bare skin. Go,
- go on. Conveyor belt of clouds, destroyer
- and preserver of towns, longest breath
- of the earth, tell us what floating means
- to you. Some trees are weeping, river.
- Speak of all you carry and carry off
- in river song and river silence. Be horse,
- be ferry, carry us from now to next to.
- River, Iโm done with fading shadows.
- Give me daylight broken and scattered
- across your fluid transparent face,
- come meet me with the moon and the stars
- running and tumbling along your sides.
- River swinging open like a gate to the sea,
- timeโs no calendar of months, you say,
- but water in the aftermath of light.
- Your drifting cargo tells us everything
- arrives from far away and long ago
- and ends in the body, boat of heartache
- and ecstasy we pilot, in quest of passage also.
- River we call Mississippi or Mekong,
- sing us forth to nowhere but here,
- with your perfect memory be our flood.
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