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River’s Rise [Lyric Poem]

Posted on August 31, 2023 by B Gourley

Stumps are underwater.
 The pebble beach is gone.
 Floating docks slant downstream
 as fast waters roll on. 

Detritus on pylons:
  a beaver dam of wood.
  Coffee brown waters flow
  where yesterday I stood.

Will the levees stand strong
  until the surge recedes?
  Will the flood wash away
  the willows and the reeds?

7 thoughts on “River’s Rise [Lyric Poem]”

Anonymous Me on August 31, 2023 at 7:29 pm said:

Very nice poem 👏

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- B Gourley on August 31, 2023 at 8:08 pm said:
  
  thank you.
  
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  - Anonymous Me on August 31, 2023 at 8:08 pm said:
    
    You’re welcome 😀
    
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Nicole Smith on September 1, 2023 at 8:01 am said:

Are you safe?

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- B Gourley on September 1, 2023 at 8:41 am said:
  
  Generally speaking, yes. I rarely have an impulse to run with scissors. re: the poem, I’m not even in that country at the moment.
  
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  - Nicole Smith on September 1, 2023 at 8:43 am said:
    
    I never know where you are.
    
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  - B Gourley on September 1, 2023 at 8:52 am said:
    
    I sometimes know where I am, though with no metaphysical certainty.
    
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