FLOWERS ON THE KUSKOKWIM

down from highest mountains flowing through unpaved lands
into a northern ocean of tundra shores and weathered hands
fish and birds and little boats and villages
floating on the waters passing by

the river splits so briefly
the waters roll around 
a patch of ground....
then join up again

time rolls by like the water
months and days and hours
and flowers.....
on the kuskokwim

soil comes from the mountains, seeds from far away
blooming on the banks when springtime melts the grey
purple orange blue and pale yellow
swaying to the buzz of the bees

the river spills her secrets
the waters roll around 
a patch of ground....
then roll on again

time moves by like the water
months and days and hours
and flowers.....
on the kuskokwim