Other Rivers

Hopeful New Directions

It was something about his life

That the reviewal was about.

He did not know her well

But was tormented by doubts

Of passage and polyhymnia.

He knew renewal could be found

In warm fecund ground

Under frozen February skies.

"You can never

Go home again"

Chanted the coterie

Over and over in reverie.

"But there are

Other rivers...you see.

Reviews

[jesserose99]

great command of language. nice write.