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National Poetry Month
ghost, river, shiver, gaze, tender, cold Ghost River Ghost river runs without a shrink. Little known in polite circles. With cupped hands, the shameless down drink. Suspended place, not inked in journals. A decisive shiver up spine. Why’d a boat wait at foggy shore? He’d smiled at me, as we’d cheered wine. Trepidation ripe in my core. His leather gaze; something so strong. It’s cold in this romantic boat. The oars sluice in mud; bid ‘so long.’ This life offers me an antidote. Awful the scented rose petals, so inky ebonic afloat. Tender whispers amidst nettles of thorns piercing my inner throat. Before I thought to scream, the hosts in revelry asked me to join. “Get out of the boat…” (drown, they coax) Madness! Their eyes’ covered with coins. My eyes flutter open at once. There’s a knock at the door. It’s him. I’ve been warned; palpitations in flux. Satan’s given a pseudonym. I shake off my trepidation, it’s only a dream; excited. Suddenly - a celebration. Down in the waters, invited. No longer a dream, a nightmare. I’d never awaken…no prayer.
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