river birds

Down by the river we always washed our clothes together. Slapping gray collars against the cool black stones,,, Having willowy discussions about a lot of what's right and wrong with the world. When it turned to politics. The lazy river took a U-turn evaporating into rapids. We started stabbing each other with driftwood tongues and snapping turtle reasoning. Now I do my laundry. alone humming to the huckleberry heat. Now that blue winged river bird wants nothing more to do with me.