Where the River Eats the Sea

Water runs towards fun.
North or south or impressed 
upon entering delta changes
the lake's freshness swirls brackish
stacked with fewer dolphins these days
than the leavings of a polymer civic dream.
Graduate day, the spray on the rocks, 
in which youth follows a script 
and finds that all the world is
not only stage, it's lathered
climbing rope. Go up, 
should your boots
stick, and if not,
make home at
the bottom
with the 
rest of
us.