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Saturday, September 23, 2017

RIVER ROAD, a poem [Sa 9-23-17]

There is a road that runs along the river
It is not straight but is long and narrow
And close enough to see and hear
There is a super highway
Broad and level
Where engineers cut trees and razed the hills
When you are on that river road
With lupine and queen’s lace and clover
Close enough to reach and brush and smell
You look beyond the low place
At that wide highway
And see a cut through field and fence
And know you could merge into that fast flow
When you are ready that way to go


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