By Dinah Henry
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The way a river
is
that sometimes
the touch is just dust
then a hard
pouring down rainfall.
Every wave
feels like rocks thrown on my skin.
The smell is
sometimes like clean mint,
but then it’s
pure sulfur.
The taste is
between salty and earthy.
What I see is a
river,
but some might
think it’s a pond or a creek.
This river will
grow in time though.
Just you wait
and see.
About the Author
Dinah Henry has been going to ICC for 5 years. She majors in creative writing to help her writing skills. She already has five other poems in the Illinois Central Review that you should definitely read. She is mostly shy but once she warms up to you, you know that she probably won't stop talking. She is trying her best to be a famous writer. Make sure you tell her how much you love her work.