Rivers and Ghosts
Dusk gives way to moon filled nights
When evil comes out to play
Along the ancient banks of the broad
they wander aimlessly
Imprints of the past..
So much has happened here
What other secrets do you harbor, frenchie?
How many more are there?
So many..
You hold them tight
Caressing them with your current
Rock-a-by baby-ing them to sleep
Ssshhh..it’s okay.
It’s okay now.