Sit here long enough

   says the river  I will retrieve 

what was lost  

        But time  I reply  it goes 

back and forth 

That tree you loved?  

  asks the river

        Yes  its generous spring blossoming

      and its cradle and drape of art 

    students   sketchbooks 

on their knees   

                         What do you 

know of this, river?

      It lives in you 

          depends on you 

        as you in me

  The river’s face blazed 

      and I could barely 

  stand to look into it  

         but as I stood there 

it softened to a blush 

   and then almost disappeared

        How can you not decide? 

I asked

The sun  said the river

             it comes 

     and it goes