The river used to flow with water. I'd lay on a bobbin innertub For eight or ten hours, Never seemed to move, Always got somwhere, somehow. Maples and elm used to grow Beside blackberry bushes All down the banks. Before the river Was a murderer's first name There was a small forest with bike trails And a large forest with A small gash of a road. And back roads you could Take fast or slow Or whatever speed seemed right. Now the river foams-- Even in the wide, flat stretches. People still sit on their 'tubes, But they seem to be in a hurry now. They use oars and paddles-- Try to get there, quickly. I don't even know where there is. Apartments, houses and roads Grow beside nettles and dandelions All down the banks. The small forest is a grey apartment complex Called Amberview, with a view of Other grey apartments. The large forest is a mall With a choked, six-lane road. And the back roads are used at The speed decreed by the state. 2/92
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