A blue moon rises over the Mississippi
And time ceases to exist.
This could be the Nile
Or the Ganges or the Amazon.
My companions could be alligators
Or snakes or the night birds that prey
On the tiny lives that scurry up and down
The trees that seem to hold these banks in place.
Is that a jackal I hear or a coyote?
Saturday, August 1, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: death,time