BuktNomismt
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Truth floating, on a wicker
river that catches the lie
in it’s weave letting the real
day pass, the old days settling
to the bottom to silt themselves
back into night.
Fast, rippling waves
tangle the reeds
a stature of stars for the naked to see,
a cower, slight shake, no harm will
flow on the banks tonight.
Only a hard cold
to protect from the slow bite
of growing up and old.
Farther down,
a lesson curls in an eddy,
spiral to spiral,
mixing the pangs
of a learned and livid
boy, his father
blowing water's wisdom from a spout
that mimes adage
to the safe shores of life.
~~~~DPM~~~~
river that catches the lie
in it’s weave letting the real
day pass, the old days settling
to the bottom to silt themselves
back into night.
Fast, rippling waves
tangle the reeds
a stature of stars for the naked to see,
a cower, slight shake, no harm will
flow on the banks tonight.
Only a hard cold
to protect from the slow bite
of growing up and old.
Farther down,
a lesson curls in an eddy,
spiral to spiral,
mixing the pangs
of a learned and livid
boy, his father
blowing water's wisdom from a spout
that mimes adage
to the safe shores of life.
~~~~DPM~~~~