A river runs through it (Pantoum)

Two dead flies stuck on a cobweb

And the sorry comes and enters, and it does not leave

The flowers do not reach as high as they used to

Trapped in a well

And the sorry comes and enters, and it does not leave

The soil is thin

Trapped in a well

I don’t know what it is to suffer

The soil is thin

Deformed skeleton branches create eye socket shadows

I don’t know what it is to suffer

A journalist girlfriend, being arrested at a peaceful protest, the bike and golf clubs

Deformed skeleton branches create eye socket shadows

The water that once was plentiful is harder to come by

A journalist girlfriend, being arrested at a peaceful protest, the bike and golf clubs

A psychotic episode made him do it

The water that once was plentiful is harder to come by

Counting yellow shirt pockets of sun peeking through the baby oak

A psychotic episode made him do it

There wasn’t anything in it that didn’t depend on what came before it 

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