The flowing
Bubbly
River
Weaves from horizon
To horizon
All the while
Bubbling
In the face
Of its older brother
To the West.
St. Croix: Bubbly
This Is Just to Say
Poems so sweet and so cold
The flowing
Bubbly
River
Weaves from horizon
To horizon
All the while
Bubbling
In the face
Of its older brother
To the West.
This Is Just to Say 