The Ozarks drip
like a watercolor in progress
flat greens of a million shades
reflecting off the bluff.

The canoes sit
overturned on the gravel bar
trip cancelled
water flowing from the sky
as well as the river.

The patience of lichens
is needed to cope at times like this
the patience of red cedars
under the unchanging slate gray sky.

Copyright 1998 Jo Schaper

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