The river was swollen
The river was swollen from the melting snow,
with rhythmic pulsing it ebbed and it flowed.
The earth was hard and still unyielding.
The man stood weak with shovel wielding.
There wasn't any one else to call.
The one hundred pound corpse had began to thaw..
One old lady and one sick man, and so they revised
their original plan..
It seemed at the moment a fitting order for their
boy who had so loved the water..
He had walked by this river, dug clams on it's shore
and now he was one with the river once more..
Copyright © Nancy Kaufman | Year Posted 2024
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