Posted by: Ron DuBour | April 13, 2019

Daily missive breaks into the weekend for Saturday the 13th of April.~by Peter Forster


 

 

Daily missive breaks into the weekend for Saturday the 13th of April.

The river runs dry
A stone filled bed
Brooks no argument
Not even a trickle
Of water
Not a tickle of fish
Nor salmon splash
Sun bleaching
The water white
As it tumbles over
A high fall
In lively pursuit
Of a cascade
Old boats beached
On a sandy bank
Where wise men
Sat tending nets
As travellers preached
Of other wonders
Less than captivating
For an old soul
Waiting for the world
To turn
The tide to rise
All things pass
When the river runs
Find me the words
To mend the ways
Cast the net
Bring in a haul
Of descriptors
To flounder over
The meaning
Of a lazy trawl
Catch a leathered
Old sole
Hiding in a leaky bucket
As a lesson in humility
Whisper thanks
Into the open air
And pray for rain


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