Stuck

It's rained for days. The river's up
And running fast. I watch a tree
Trunk spinning slowly as it's carried
Past the banks. I envy its mobility.
There are no rocks here in Nebraska.
Nonetheless, I'm snagged.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2016-04-22 at 00:39

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