cord wood nonny/

poems 1 Minute

©2022 Michael Raven

two pennies for
the toll
this old
man, he go
floating
riverwise
voices calling
back from the
ages singing
hey nonny
hey
slipping past eddies
twisting
a break
of dry rot
driftwood
stacking cords
of him
until
he
burn
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