River Song


Whose woods these are no one can truly know,

I’m seeing now the river’s long stream:

Downriver, the recent past and long ago,

Up-current, the forthcoming unknown dream.

A woman’s got me thinking – ain’t that a shock?

We came upon each other not long ago,

Alit briefly upon the same rock,

And saw, even so, maybe enough to know.

She was a lot of woman, this one,

Her looks, I’m guessing, were barely the start;

But I’ve passed much land, Im long beneath this sun,

I missed her through gulf of time, not lack of heart.

And the river flows, ripple, to flat, to churn –

We’re one time, God help us, do we ever learn?


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