through
kitchen windows
she watches
river’s gentle ebb
flow down white
banks laced with
solace, peace
same view
cherished more than
85 years from
last week’s spill
now taints
ability to quench
thirsts all kinds
of reminders
white plastic bag
on faucet
gives her pause
to remember
“don’t drink”
think only of
views that
heal heart’s wounds
bind love for
this place