Seeing you was a jolt of lightning
A crossbow bolt to my heart
And what was still started moving
Beating in time to a rhythm and a dance that
Only the river truly knows
And she winds her way through the city
Reflecting bright around trees
Hazy in the high tide
Water blurring some strange old memories
And making new ones
It’s a wild ride
Taking the river home
At great cost this I know to be true
I hear her babbling brooks
And chattering channels
Whispering to me and slightly
Knocking me off course
Navigating me through the rapids
Safe to the Pacific on the other side
You make delicious tea, Knife Ears
Although next time I need to remember
To wear stockings
I was cold