Water Under the Bridge

The sun is set,
They will love no more.
A dog has died
By the foot of the old sycamore.
Plaintive scrawls
From the cold, cold man.
Villainous calumny
By the grievously-wounded woman.
Both are wrong;
Fallen from the right.
Each’s understanding
No longer in each other’s sight.
Is this line about you?
Did you really ever see me?
Yes, thanks, the back is a little better.
The rains on the plains work their way to the sea.
Gotta get back to the sands, the beach, and the sea.


About Kitt

Sometimes a rhyme or couplet wanders across my consciousness. So, I share it. Other times I'm a hospice social worker; others, a Dad; others, southerner, New Orleanian, cajun enthusiast, voter, and on better days, a not-too-awful-poet/rhymster. Welcome to my page. Enjoy.

Posted on April 27, 2014, in Poem. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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