Poem submission by Janée Romesberg
dear starving stream
running beside the three-lane highway,
i see you nibbling at its bank,
trying to fill your belly-
rebelling against progress the only way you know how.
you are small and you are hungry but
graze elsewhere, else
the traffic currents and blacktop rapids
decide to sweep you away and
drive you under.
you will be filled but
no one will know you,
no one will remember you
once trickled against our grain.