WILLIAM DORESKI : Conversant with the River
MEGAN WEBSTER : Spring
KAREN STROMBERG : Drumsticks of Rain
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Conversant with the River Spring Drumsticks of Rain  

WILLIAM DORESKI
Conversant with the River
Six boys and a scoutmaster steer an inflatable down the river. As I watch from the left bank, their craft wriggles and laughs. It's a fat kid in a sleeping bag enclosed in a rainproof shell. The sailors abandon ship. They splash and chat in the knee- deep river. The fat kid waves as he voyages downstream where he'll soon beach on a gravel bar. I'd like to drift away like that, face-up to the bold April sun. Not like Rimbaud's drunken boat, but self-laden and freighted only with a few clothes that later on a warm beach I'd lay out to dry. The fat kid will chortle about his adventure around a camp fire, and the scoutmaster will puzzle over mistaking a sleeping bag full of boy scout for a raft. When the moon is sufficiently high the scouts will dream about girls and awaken full of puzzlement. Lying on the left bank wrapped in my hobo blanket, I'll atone for the kinds of dreams that haunt rather than inspire. Too grizzly to live with the next generation, I prefer sleeping outdoors where the stars can pierce me as they please. The river, after the boy scouts finally go home, will converse with me in a primal language only someone self-anointed would pretend to understand.
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Conversant with the River Spring Drumsticks of Rain  

MEGAN WEBSTER
Spring
Exploding overnight the maples outside my window obliterate the house across the street and change entirely my world view.
copyright 2003 MEGAN WEBSTER
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Conversant with the River Spring Drumsticks of Rain  

KAREN STROMBERG 
Drumsticks of Rain 
In the long warmth of your arm I am so beautiful, I can hear the tree sigh my name. 'Lean,' it says, 'against my rough bark. Transform me into motion.' copyright 2003 KAREN STROMBERG
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WILLIAM DORESKI : Conversant with the River
MEGAN WEBSTER : Spring
KAREN STROMBERG : Drumsticks of Rain
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