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