There is a river that runs for a year
Down the same murky path
Droughts confine it
And waters flood it
Frequently
There are two boats in that river
Floating together temporarily
They both know that eventually
They’ll hit a bank or take different paths
When a fork breaks through the center of the river
One boat is stuck in a flush of weeds
And one trembles upon the river defiantly
One always goes faster than the other
And one always gets left behind
One boat makes it to the end alive
Both have holes, cracks, and dents
Both can barely float
Sometimes they hold each other’s oars
And make it through together
But mostly they are just racing
To see who will sink first
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PoetryJust a collected works of poetry, in no specific order, about anything and everything. Many will allude to Whitman since I am currently studying him in my creative writing class.
