New River
A story from a trail which took me as close as it could.
The journey’s beginning marks the journey’s tail:
Beginning was a hue, and by the end,
I was resin tapping my calves,
burning red.
‘You dropped something!!!!’
My heart fell on the road.
The rest of me, driftwood,
floating in safety near the shore.
‘Discover more — fear less’, Bill Board said.
The neverwas was never anonymous to herself.
I had to unreach and return,
I was being teached. Nevertheless,
I scratched the pearl of my impediments
from the bottom of the shell of shame.
I went through the same crossroads,
from child to teen, this pain, again?!
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Streetcorners know the rain like
the corners of my eyes know tears.
The sidewalk vanished like fast food,
the trail was railed.
As I went down to the river like preyed,
I cried a new river and she cradled me
between her two bridges, I found a rusty penny,
so I can buy me out.
Now, I understand why crabs in water flee
also from vegetarians like me.
You too, beware of the yellow fly and whoelse may drink your blood.
And have a good one — salty, and air not too hot!
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6/6/2022 — 11/6/2022
