he said it

by Dennis Scharnberg

A river.   A ribbon of khaki brown.   A particulate stream.   Depth can only be guessed at.   A sheet of greenish, brownish glass.   But the river is not there.   The river is never quite there.   The river is gone.   Continuously gone.   Or so he has been told.

Roone Giddings,  An Arrangement of Particles.