River being river passes
before we know it, in force
with a rush of the loosened and thrown,
or dull with a mask of everyday sameness,
its currents secret, subcutaneous.
Sky-fed, sewer, street, and field-fed,
seasoned with drink-cans and leaves
in the sun going down, or the thrash
of dawn rain on its skin,
river is past before we know it.
Aura, AmosLAB 2018