Poetry: The Stillwater- Montana | Sojourners

Poetry: The Stillwater- Montana

Lay me down, oh lay me down bankside—
scratched by the blue wildrye, I hear the freshet-rush
of the river drunk on winter’s waters, what lie
it makes of a hushed name.

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