Texas Rivers

 

On afternoons of summer love, we

give thanks for green to the sun above

we float rivers in rubber inner tubes
laugh raucously, unhinge our blues

In this labyrinth of water ways, where

college girls come splash and sun bathe
and reggae-rock and roll is played

by drunks with floating CD players

where some old men in kayaks laugh

at the college boys trying to catch

those sweet flirtatious college girls

who have broken out to see the world.

Here, the rivers still flow free with

the force of Texas Outlaw ferocity,

but even rebels like some company

and pirates on these rivers we’ll be

singing pirate chats and swimming free.

Under afternoon sun on Texas Rivers

on the Comal, Guadalupe, or Blanco,

I love them all,  but the San Marcos

I call my own, my favorite of them all.