Now, Now - Poem by William Coyne
Rivers I traveled for many a year,
then wide and deep, now shallow I fear,
more narrow than I remember,
trickled to creeks of early December.
My boat, long rowed, leaks on the shore.
I stroll the banks, not too much more,
gaze down the hill to watch the waters widen,
strewn with young rowers charmed by Poseidon.
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