No Road Home
Under those same stars black the river grumbles
below the dark cloak of night grumbling louder
howling in the stirring silted froth black pools
deals death hidden in the still, deep.
Liberum Divisa contest 8.
Taken from “ An alternative bridge”
3/11/21
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