the small islands uncover themselves slow
and the school bus has already run
gentlemen of the river, we wait
until the Belle is finished getting ready
all dressed up in the sun
Tag Archives: River
Gone Gone
Old Losantiville, gone gone
under a city of aluminum, steel
LED lights and fake boat whistles
piped through speakers:
leaving, I give myself leave
to remember my geography
my own way
sun ripple
“Morning has Broken” echoes on a not-so-distant calliope
the new week’s sun rippling on the river
and the window outside the firebox
a moment of calm before the fire