The River

"Nature,
Nurture,
Heaven and
Home
Sum of all them
By them driven."

Because it's the sound of a thousand looms intertwined with the staccato of a thousand sewing machines. Drops of water from faucets interrupting the water flowing down the street. Threads and drops. Woven and woven and flowing and flowing. Feet moving in unison and fingers underlining the count of their steps. Pops cracks and hum of that record player played to the alternating stop pause and play buttons of the cassette. Helpless from the shadows dancing on white walls. Slashing and keeping time a conductor would be proud of. Shadows don't stay. Shadows don't stay. Bicycle spokes wrapped with spindle cards. Two feet peddling backwards. Sounds flowing, projecting, repeating, spinning, and weaving.

"...and together we'll cross the river."