Blodgett, E. D.: River

what the river knows
it slowly bears away
to bury in the sea

everyone gazes on
its silent surface as
they pass beneath the trees

thieves and lovers all
who leave the histories
of lives in fire lived

but unlike stars at night
floating placid there their
coming back is not

eternal in the dark
mirror that without
distinction holds them all

before drifting from sight
ethereal upon
the air without a name