Song of the Brook

by Susan Abraham

Can a beautiful gushing brook gather
its skirts like a noisy woman
bent on fits and starts
to rustle up her garment and brace up her laces
like she was nothing short of a wayward tart...

I say, I say!

Can the watchful trees and polished rocks
turn their backs on shivers from a ripple
when the water shoots up a merry dance all supple...
In the end, I'd say my friend, just not today,

And if you want some action from a makebelieve tavern
Come back for a slip-up splash,
all grand and up for a bang
some other kind and silent day.