The Coming of the Toads

A Notebook – Since 2007

Tag: river

  • Moon River

    The moon, our moon lit night
    candle brooding sediment
    embraces you in umbrage
    through the trees down
    to the waterline up from
    the riverbank wandering
    through the shallows
    in motion with slow
    crawling eddies around
    emergent rocks and felled
    trees this night a dropped
    stitch in time’s throw,
    that night we lost
    an hour and more.

  • This Train

    This train leaving the state
    carries no saints.

    No matter which way you face
    all headed the same way.

    The porter walks backwards
    to the caboose, and as the train

    slows to round a curve,
    jumps.

    She’ll take her chances improvising
    in a real river.