Tuesday, November 17, 2020

Previously Published in Conceit Magazine . . .

 River Runs Beneath Me

Rush of Seine, Rhine, or
[insert famous river of choice here] echoes
under my feet.  It shadows me, 
whispering possibilities' alleviation.
I test rails for support, find none,
drop like the rock my heart has become.

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