outside of sonoma


i remember walking down the road

with colin, seems like years ago


it was years ago, a nearly deserted country road


we talked about the most intimate details

of our lives, we shared stories


normally held close to the chest


we talked in that confessional way

that causes one to later cringe


but we didn't later cringe, we became closer


i miss that boy more than i can say

i am in need of confession and a confessor


i wonder if a deserted country road is like heraclitus's river





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Written on 2021-05-24 at 05:07

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Bibek The PoetBay support member heart!
This is lovely, Jim! So very gentle and dreamy. It starts as a musing (of the speaker) on the conversations, intimacy, and confession. However, it ends with a philosophical idea: can one step into the same river twice, or "a deserted country road" in this instance? Maybe or maybe not. I like poems that are tinged with philosophical insights.

To use a peculiar Marianne Moore-ish verb, the poem implicates the reader: draws us in, gets us involved, and makes us think. Well done.

Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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