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