Crosstown

Crosstown

A Poem by The River Man

Above and in front of
or behind
A transiting and distant line
of wayward minds
All between the descending fire light
full of dynamic color
Right on time

Frozen stare
Cold roots of thought
Shot forward to engage
With a somber rage
All thorough the haze

and it rains all around
Above and below
before it gets slow
Or sick like slick

All alone sometimes
the ones that were left behind
shooting recklessly through the night
a solemn beam of light

© 2013 The River Man


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The River Man
The River Man

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Just a passive observer who drops his thoughts at his heels. Occasionally dipping my quill the communal ink, and making my mark on the common parchment. more..

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