Thursday, December 10, 2015

Ghost of a River

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Ghost of a River

I was a river once, too.
Now my power has waned.
There are days when I am a ghost,
an empty bed,
Sometimes I am a trickle
a silver snake
too weak to be counted on.
When rains come,
they pretend to be me.
They roll down my path,
muddy and stupid.
There was a river here once,
but nothing is forever. 

2015 November PAD Challenge

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