Today's poem is by Michael Chitwood


To seep
would be my way.

If I were a river,
I'd be trickly,

and summer slow.

I'd rather be
a creek than

an Ohio
with barges

on my shoulders,

It's better
to be cunning,

creeping water,
to sneak and sop

moss beds,
to dampen sand

and be siphoned
by butterflies,

to rise in reeds
like music

in flutes,
a ribbon

capable of glint.

Copyright © 2010 Michael Chitwood All rights reserved
from Poor-Mouth Jubilee
Tupelo Press
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission

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