Eric Morris

riverbed riders

               we met in august           but

here they are now           running ahead

               of me through an empty

     stadium      underneath inverted steps

               hanging like stalactites

passing concrete pillars & 

abandoned concessions           we stop 

      at a stream of water           it runs 

through the stadium    i don’t see 

               its mouth      or where it drains

    gavin dove in             swimming 

  against the current    becoming a buoy 

letting the stream guide them

               hannah next      diving without

    making any ripples          my bare feet 

               hesitated           i haven’t had 

       friends          not like these two

it’s been so long            they are leaning

against my wide bubble           and i trust 

when it bursts           they’ll form a new

     one with me             i take off 

              my shirt       & jump in 

after them       three consecutive leaps 

  into a riverbed           they don’t 

              know it yet       but this dream 

has shown me our future