Sacagawea short poem

The river is frozen
It can’t decide whether
To go private or public
For its matriculation
Or even which subject
It should pursue.

Irony demands cartography,
Hydrology, but given
Its use it has thought,
With the quickened springtime
Flow of binary yes/no
Over its stones, geography.

To consider itself historically
As victor and victim.
It has a hunger to consume
The books, charts, and abstracts
Fears only the older student’s
Dread of wrecking the grading curve

Admissions letters line its banks
Traditional colors competing
To alter their coursework
Snag the prize of a student
Who remembers the taste
Of Lewis and Clark’s feet

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a poet from Seattle Washington USA. His poetry has appeared in print in publications such as Bellowing Ark, Point Nopoint, and most recently in Contraposition magazine. When not writing poetry he is a Human Resources professional, a repentant glutton, and a novelist specializing in the weird-fiction genre.
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