At the River’s Edge

Just below Cedar Bridge, I listen to the river’s poetry
sing among the rocks and moss covered logs.
Over my shoulder, the moon stands on the bridge
like my mother looking down on me when I was a child
and she casts my shadow on the swirling current
so I can feel the river’s poetry dance in me.

 

Doug Stone lives in Albany, Oregon. His chapbook, In the Season of Distress and Clarity (Finishing Line Press) came out in 2017. His poems have appeared in numerous journals and in the anthology, A Ritual To Read Together: Poems in Conversation with William Stafford.

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