The River

Playing all by herself,
she sang.

One early morning
I walked up to her
and asked: what are you singing babe?

She didn’t answer. I asked her again.
Again, she didn’t answer.

I got mad, took a rock and threw it at her.
She snagged it like a catcher.


As I was collecting more rocks,
a crow came by and said:
Stop throwing rocks you fool!

I chased the fucker for a mile,
got tired, took a seat under a mango tree.

Mango tree knows everything.
She called the crow and asked:
Can you take him back to the river?

The river sang quietly.
I said: Can we be friends?

With a twinkle in her eye
she said: Won’t you shake my hands?
I saw the crow race for the mango.

As she came closer,
a tree nearby trembled in the wind