the river

echoing

across the river

the tune

my father used to whistle

on summer mornings 

~red lights 11:2, June 2015

no bridge

to that sunlit shore—

the stone

I skip across the river

falls short

~A Hundred Gourds 4:3, June 2015

step by step

I cross the stream 

on a fallen tree—

with open arms I balance 

childhood and old age

~Skylark 3:1, summer 2015