I Lost the River ,It Didn'T Lose Me
Over the river
I'm alive ................
breathing,watching,flying low
an osprey there on high
I am an otter sliding down the riverbank
across Mason's creek,
look out of your shuttered panes
and still you fail to care
to see me there.
Now I am the weeping moon
with silver raindrops
pounding "Let me in "on your tin roof
aloof,you laugh and throw your cigarettes
in me ,the living river.
Homosassa yes I am ,
and so shall ever be
you cannot extricate my soul
I don't wish to be free.
Copyright © Johnette Loefgren | Year Posted 2006
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