Rush Hour River Poem by douglas lewis
Rush Hour River
The river frowns
In such a roil,
A boil of browns
In jagged toil.
A screaming haste
Of tortured trees,
Laid to waste
Until rains ease.
I will not ford
It's frothing maw.
It's smothering jowls.
It's flooded crosswalk.
Monday, December 18, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
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5/10/2024 8:06:15 PM # 1.0.0.1119
An amazing little poem so beautifully penned Thanks for sharing..10