Rivanna Roaring
Walking near sunset along the river
On the paved path with the white line
Right down the middle, so many days
I hear him or see him across the water,
Ragged man, brown man, on the bank
Scattering something in the water.
Shouting, endocrines neurons pumping
Over and over the angry illusion stew,
Every third or fourth word is fucking,
He shouts what I mutter, TV, computer,
Tea Party vandalism, shameless climate
Deniers, slave owners and traffickers.
He utters the curses Jefferson stifled as
The horse threw him in the river at 80.
Autumn treetops ablaze in the failing
Light shimmer in the water between us.
I stand without a hand to reach across.
The water takes it in and moves along.
Reaching the rapids, the river finally
Roars, keeps roaring on into the night.
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