The Water

The water flows over the rocks,
slowly some days
and swiftly on days
after the rain.

On days after the rain,
the water flows swiftly over the
rocks, and then
one day
the water flows
slowly over the rocks,
again.

The water flows,
over the rocks,
slowly somedays
and swiftly,
on days after
the rain.

This poem is dedicated to my good friend-- RS.

Sleep

And last night I
dreamed of you, in vivid
color. Awake, sad.

Today I rested
my eyes, day-dreamed of you.
Now asleep, so glad.