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
Tag Archives: River
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
Autumn 2025: 12,13,17-19
12.
reflections of clouds on the river’s skin:
rippled islands of lost tribes
or an angry bull, turning to charge?
13.
storms rumble in, singing of the season
a transitional symphony
make certain to count the buckets
in common time
17.
and then there’s a day, soppy with autumn rain
lovely and tired and still
not wanting the night to wash it away
18.
autumn in Appalachia
shades of green dappled with
oranges, reds, yellow
caressed by morning fog
19.
too soon a return, too soon
the call of sacred machines
the forgetting river
salvation is an erasure
the ashes sealing Pompeii