Thursday's Obssession: Friday's Assignment From Deborah Ager at 33 Poems

8. My poem for Deborah has to do with rivers. I lost the lines I walked my son to school with yesterday, the lines I said in my head while looking into the (dry) red rock of the impossibly clear-headed Flatirons. My lifelong poetic obssession has been with rivers. Some day they'll tell me what they want me for. "A Negro Speaks of Rivers" -- "...my soul has grown deep like the river."