My brother and I float
in shiny, black inner-tubes
down the Shenandoah River.
Dragonflies hover
like helicopters.
Willows cast their branches
into the shallows
like fishermen.
Catfish skim
the bottom of the boat.
The river ripples over
moss-covered rocks
whispering,
follow me.
“On the River” was printed in Crossroads, No. 8 of Inwood Indiana. Pick up the paperback from Prolific Press; the stories and poems published online are free to read here.
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