the world washes over me, often
waves of conversations
I must remind myself
there is purpose in holding on
cars and tugs and trains sweep by
dreams on their way to other imaginations
the river pushes past, all apparitions
following the currents south
to the delta at Cairo
where I am told
where I must remember
dreams went to die
and those who hung on
with them
Category Archives: Working Class Literature
the day after the Ohio River Crest 2025
this
is
a
coda
a
rest: the river
does
not
stop
it
only
goes &
goes &
goes
&
Days 2025: Winter (51-55)
Day 51
[52]
the air all sun and ice
all the warmth there is
shine in the constellations
of my family’s eyes
Day 52
a bit of a thaw
uncovers the wasteland
we construct, call
a civilization
Day 53
Yeorgi, are the plans finished?
selah
Day 54
the river will tell
said the old captain
what it needs when
Day 55
one with the mud roll back, old clay
into the river
birth us
a brand new world
