StayedA Poem by James O'RourkeSomeone put me to one wordShe always had one word for me: "stayed" Used to describe our differences Stayed Unlike the creek that softly spills Through the backyards of southwestern Portland Stayed Very much like the trees That line that very same creek Their powerful trunks promising backs respite And their tendril roots Ensuring continued reliability Without them the creek In its ever flowing and easily influenced wisdom May very well end up a grand puddle If the sun were to shine bright enough It would dry up and leave nothing But dirt and displaced insects Perhaps when she used that term She meant that I should have... © 2015 James O'RourkeAuthor's Note
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3 Reviews Added on April 22, 2015 Last Updated on April 22, 2015 Tags: Trees, Creek, Differences AuthorJames O'RourkePortland, ORAboutWhat's up y'all, Been a hot minute since I've been on here (somewhere around three years.) Anyway, I've been thinking of knocking the cobwebs out of my brain and jump back into writing again. .. more..Writing
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