Friday, October 10, 2008

River Path

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Brown water murmurs
and churns,
its current
tugging fretfully
at the willow branches.
Come with me.

....

A boy on a red bicycle
hurrying to reach
his future
anxious to overtake me,
saying excuse me
pedals by.

....

I move aside
and watch them pass.

4 comments:

Dale said...

Bah. Disordered prose, indeed!

This is lovely, lovely poetry.

mm said...

Dale. Thank you. From you that is a compliment. x

Dick said...

Excellent. 'A boy on a red bicycle /
hurrying to reach / his future'. What a great line.

mm said...

Ah, Dick. Thanks.