Down At The RiverA Poem by JRI never knew quite what to do with the river, so I threw rocks in, I splashed about kicked my feet, even though I could feel the pull of the current against my naked flesh; Now I’m starting to see there’s no use making a ruckus or throwing stones, or kicking; Instead, I should lay back into the pull against my naked flesh and let it carry my body to where it wants me to end up. © 2020 JR |
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1 Review Added on March 25, 2020 Last Updated on March 25, 2020 AuthorJRPlacerville, CAAboutWriting again Interesting times to be living in, kind of a cool time to be a writer and documenting the world. more..Writing
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