River, at Springtime

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River, at Springtime

I remember the day you came.

You built a bridge first, then a house on my banks.

My flow was interrupted where your dam now stands.

I don’t complain.

I am a well-behaved river these days.

Not that you would notice otherwise.

I haven’t seen much of you lately.

Spring came and you were not there to witness it.

I don’t miss you much, to be honest.

The sun still shines and lilacs are in bloom.

I wake up every morning and stretch my limbs in my narrow bed.

I wait for the change to come.

Do you remember what happened to your bridge last spring?

One day I will do the same thing to your dam.

Then I’ll take back what’s mine.

Just you wait.

GloPoWriMo Day 25 - Hoa Nguyen's prompt

For the record, I was following the exercise and free-writing for a while when my mother interrupted my free flow. This made its way into the poem and, in the editing stage, everything I had written before the distraction was removed.