A poem about the Grand Canal

grand canal

it births in the cloud

and then falls

on rocky mountain

rolls and glistens

bounces and bops

its brothers

til teens 

It picks up stains

Dirt##Refuse###Metal###Pain

Heave and Slow,

Choke and Smother,

All in Its Path,  

til Ocean

where it resurrects once more

by Brian Mostoller