“River 2”
Murky water flows
through the hills and woods, snaking
towards the ocean.
Steve D
Murky water flows
through the hills and woods, snaking
towards the ocean.
Steve D
If I followed a
raindrop through its cycle, where
would we fall again?
Steve D
The river follows
the open path, while the wave
gathers its force.
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Winds bow tall grasses
Over shallow riverbanks,
Their whispers unheard.
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Soft hues streak the sky
Water glistens silver-gold
The world is yet hushed
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Tides swell and roil
Crushing seductive power
Love and rage as one
Steve D
Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday. I normally have at least two Thanksgiving meals each year: one with my mother’s family, and one with my father’s family. I love getting together with my family — whichever family — and enjoying a feast of a day. Thanksgiving with my father’s family is particularly appealing, as the meal tends to span four or five courses, beginning at 2 or 3pm, and ending with coffee and/or liquor at 9pm. That’s an Italian-American dinner for you. Continue reading “My Thanksgiving without Water”