Stones in the River

The new world has become the old world

If I were a wealthy divorcee

or a wealthy widow

I would live in Lake Oswego

with a view of Mt. Hood from the window

and a piano by the window

A piano I wouldn’t play

No, I would walk down to the river

I would kneel and ruffle every dog’s fur, but

Instead of joining the legion of elegant women

Walking elegant dogs

I would be an elegant woman with a backpack

and a book of poems

Joining the river