above the expressway rubble, motorbuzz and junktrails,
we lean in spirit towards the water’s bending rush.
you write the rhythmic signature of the one against the other in the air.
how the road runs straight while the river weaves.
not a forever ‘against’…your handsong said it better, the long arc,
just beings in motion, though not just.
may the fish find the ladder that we could not.
thanks to #rezarites for the prompt: jovial juxtapositions