Two rivers
A poem I almost forgot about
Sand sleeps under my soft soles.
A river rumbles around rusty
remnants of the ridiculous,
chasing off jittery chit-chats –
clueless,
mindless,
homeless.
Sweet songs signal strangeness
reaching radical revolutionary
resourcefulness. Ressurrected
river unchanneled, wise –
boundless,
timeless,
godless.