Take a swig
By Dana Van Wie
Go ahead, take a swig.
Do you know me?
I am much more
Think twice before you do.
I ‘m:
A child’s deep red cherry Koolaid.
Herbal tea with which you relax.
Where dancing noodles simmer.
Can you take a guess who I am?
I flow:
Past dense cool forests.
Over boulders I polish smooth.
Through jagged, ancient ravines.
Do you have a clue who I am?
I flow:
Through pipes of excrement.
Over fields of trash and waste.
Past monstrous factories spewing.
I’m not quite what you think.
I ‘m:
Your bathed dog’s soap filled with grime.
The lead and fuel from fishing.
Runoff from a farmer’s cattle barn.
These are parts of what make me.
Now you know my history.
I’m transparent and oh so clear.
Are you thirsty? Do you need a drink?
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