The Red River by Murdina Brownlee It slips silently through the city Like a giant snake About to lose its skin Of ice. In flood years Its sides bulge outward without pity, Sated with whatever it can take. And on the high, dry land There are tears.
Murdina Brownlee
It slips silently through the city Like a giant snake About to lose its skin Of ice. In flood years Its sides bulge outward without pity, Sated with whatever it can take. And on the high, dry land There are tears.