Tuesday, July 24, 2012

The wait

an unmanned boat in the middle of the river
slight ripples skitter across the surface
blown by the breeze that sighs in the yews
wrinkled, amber colored leaves
land in the water with the barest sound
like the distant chittering of ravens
Charon is on holiday, and I dip my toe in the Acheron
the winds can keep no secrets
and I
await his return

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