the gloomy blue Columbines,
the rhino shaped rocks
are pushed out of the way
by the bossy river
like a diva stepping on stage.
She suckles the rainbow trout.
She teases fisherman
in green rubber boots
and floppy canvas hats.
She easily wins
the battles with black bears
and ornery mountain cats.
She's soft sometimes too.
She gently glides bouncy inner tubes
towards the red flashlight shaped rock.
She sings to the campers as they sleep.
Yet her friendship is not ours to keep.
The prickly purple thistles,
the red raspberry bushes,
the jittery hummingbirds
were witnesses that day
when the old man's heart
got carried away.
She sailed him safely
pass the icy swimming hole.
She pushed hard with currents
when he was ready to let go.
The glow from the red flashlight rock
was a lighthouse for the man.
The river did her job.
She did not look back.
She kept moving
strong.
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