Comments about Layton Elliott
River Wraith, The
The fisherman sat by the great mud flat
In his boat with solid hull
Awaiting the change of the tide, gone strange,
That was holding up his haul;
And the solitude of that time, accrued,
Left him empty and in awe
Of the many stars in the heavens afar
And the scent of coffee, brewed.
But as if to inhale before release
Of the wraiths almighty scream
The tide held back while the coffee, black,
Once held sugar and cream.
Then all sound stopped and his little boat rocked
In the suddenly-silent night
'Till calm, the flowing water became, ...