Daughter Poem by Jon Pineda

Daughter



Let us take the river
path near Fall Hill.

There we will negotiate
an outcrop with its silvered
initials & other bits of graffiti,

all the way to the broken edge
that overlooks the bend,
& hold hands until

we can no longer tell
where the river ends.

Tuesday, October 18, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: river
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Jon Pineda

Jon Pineda

Charleston, South Carolina
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