”Fragments” by: Lee Madgwick
And there
the dory rests
askew
partly afloat
partly aground
pressed against the river grass
abandoned now for many years
it’s weather withered
dry rot’s setting in
it is said
he was seen returning
in the settling dusk
of an autumn twilight
that shortly thereafter
the window
on the second floor
under which
the river flows
went dark as pitch
in the years since
no one has ever
come for the dory
no light has ever
pierced that window’s blackness
no sound has ever
disturbed the deep silence
of that broken brick building
only the stir of the wind
is ever heard
rustling the tall tasseled reeds
that crowd the river’s edge
some say
if you listen quietly
it sounds like someone
sadly whispering
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rob kistner © 2022
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