RIVER CRESTS

Swells surge
beneath raging foam.

On trembling bridges
people stand —
shaken.

Backyard gardens
now 
liquid mud.
Roses uprooted.

Lumber floats by,
homes of strangers.
Not us —
thank God.

In eddies, 
bubbles dance.

Lacy froth spins patterns
between
 
crashing waves
thrown backwards 
by some 
mysterious force.

Spray spirals sunward.
A rainbow.

Don't watch too long.
There is danger.
Mind and river will merge.

©  1996 Judy Anne 

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