The Rivers

The rivers race, the rivers flow, in great torrents and low oxbows; the rivers flux, the rivers breathe, small minnows darting endlessly; the rivers deep, the rivers wide, fishermen cast off from the sides; the rivers cold, the rivers ice runs jagged like a glassy knife; the rivers press, the rivers force turns the turbine, powers the core; the rivers breadth, the rivers path lets all the boats and barges pass; the rivers curve, the rivers rake, they give shape to the whole landscape; the rivers breach, the rivers surge, when water speaks, it’s always heard.