the river

 

 

 

 

 

 

The River

 

 

 

Banish these thoughts 
where babies 
weep
and mothers cry
in the dark

where hunger isn’t 
bought and sold on the stock markets from Ireland to Berlin

where the distance
of the river 

is not
the oceans of your tears 

but the fall of water 

that blesses your thought
and not your feet

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nightlight1220's picture

nice,

nice,


...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "