River's Life
Garlands I hold on blue river’s last sunset- path today
It’s babbling never the same each time my heart cruises it;
That I might grow old and forget an alcove by the shore
As smokey ripples lead me through a psalm of waved memoirs--
To offer wreaths for my child… lost, drowned in riverbed’s womb.
River Line Contest 11/20/2016
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