Old River and Leaves of Memory
Old River And Leaves Of Memory
Rivers do not talk but to themselves
Turn cold around the bend
Enter unknown waters by the delta mouth
Leaves take a ride first on the wind
Inevitably end up in river beds
Sleep forever comforted in their own blankets
Made of themselves
Accumulate in staggering numbers
Covered up one over the other crunchy warm
Rivers do not talk to them
There are too many to learn their names
When you get old things turn out that way
And leaves forget from where they came
Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2016
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