John Andrews

The Chilled River

You may see it sometimes in all it's glory,
but mostly you will not,
let's just forget it
like the thousand year old moon
clutches the poem,
then dies in the river boat
drunk over the side.

Poem Submitted: Monday, June 11, 2012

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