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There is a River a river of no return

"There is a river . . . a river of no return." Song with the forelorn style of dramatic cowboy movie sound tracks.

I've just always thought that was a funny line. It may have, in fact, been the lines to a real song in a real movie (don't know).

Oh, I could go on. but . . .

I think I've blogged enough today.

Life goes on.

Summer is nice on Horseneck Beach!

~ OK Now.

July 24, 2011

The Susquahanna River, Pennsylvania from
last fall.

When Poems Lack
 Listen to a tone
    on the arid mountain.
     Leaves blow up
    and try to reach the sky.
         It seems there is always farther
   a little farther on the trail
       but really, without water
   you won't endure.

     Up that trail
     straight up there
  to the sky
     on the dessert mountain
       mountain laural
      and rattle snakes.

 Going to try to fly
   off into the sky
  I said I'm not that guy
   but caught in a lie.

  Going to try to fly
     off into the sky
  if you think I'm not that guy
    I'm not afraid to say goodbye.

     The poet rushes to the end of the high
            mountain platform
    and leaps from there.
   He is, of course, wearing hang gliding
                      gear.