14.

gray the river and

boys in blue through

swayed reeds, collecting

smooth, soft colors

glass shards polished to

loose perfection

and driftwood echoing

bones 

bricks strewn hither

yon (stamped with letters

faded now gone) meant
to say what?
W A U

we angle under

twin toppled pines

hung over as clay

spilling in slow-motion 

and roots yawning wide

clutch rounded

stones

what we hold now

burnished but

in so many pieces

will weigh us

down