florence clark florence


On The Way - Poem by florence clark florence

So love
keeps bumping me along,
like an old bus
grinding up the highway,
with the past asleep on my shoulder,
missing the moon
and the deepening dark,
the spangled river's sobbing,
the still rushing sense
of a breathless journey
to someone waiting
in Time.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 6, 2006



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