Master-mind
The writer crossed the river twice.
The first time it was only ice.
The second it was really cold,
the oldest story had grown old,
& standing on his starting bank
he knew he had himself to thank
& wondered why it looked so fine
incessant frozen riverine.
© Frank Wall 2001
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The writer crossed the river twice.
The first time it was only ice.
The second it was really cold,
the oldest story had grown old,
& standing on his starting bank
he knew he had himself to thank
& wondered why it looked so fine
incessant frozen riverine.
© Frank Wall 2001
- frank 6-21-2001 5:48 pm