Dream River

I set out and went a ways.
The days turned into quite a while.
One calendar got tossed.
I crossed a continent and back.

Siblings and offspring invited me in
and then the torrent separated us.
The journey, was it seven thousand miles
or just some rapids in a river like the Cossatot?

An old man fell in love again.
He had a face somewhat like mine
if you discount the ravages of time.
And now he's coming home.

A neighbour means to light a fire
to get the place warmed up
so north won't seem so cold.
Will his southern girl follow? She says so. She insists.

I know someone who won't resist.
He has a face somewhat like mine
(if you discount the ravages of time)
and all the luck in this imaginary world.

16 January 2019
Texas Jim
Bangor, Maine
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