River Run

Story by Caitlin Van Horn
October 25, 2014

I see you swinging from the bough, legs pendulous like a string.

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Story by Caitlin Van Horn
October 25, 2014

I see you swinging from the bough, legs pendulous like a string.

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I see you swinging from the bough, legs pendulous like a string - Suspenders hold tight your chest, rabbits foot to which you cling - Pockets brimmed with arrowheads, cheeks fevered from the sun - Feet covered with loam and clay, aching for a river run. 

 You signal the wild starlings, to begin their sweet display - You bellow at your driftwood, to the shoal on which we play - Tie a bed sheet to the mast, like a carpenter you cleave - You build upon our boxcar, I hold tightly to your sleeve - Like two river gypsies, fettered timber for our bed - We traverse along the bank, holy water which we tread - Tenderly the tide does pull, as we sojourn on her seams - Thankful for her lenient tow, and granting us seafaring dreams - We revel in our freedom, no one here to keep our score - We fled our souls and left our shrouds upon the barren shore - The voices that torment us now become an angels sigh - As we sail on our moon river, Orion jealous in his sky.You tell me of your childhood and your wild Achilles heel - You shake the dust off your soul, hidden dreams you do reveal - I loosen my pandora, lay my secrets at your feet - I recall the city life, you recall the fields of wheat - We pray night be forgiving, as we pilfer for more time - Soon dusk will dim to nothing, our adventure we'll resign - I croon to you a lullaby, my song fastened on the wind - Promising to always love my dear huckleberry friend - The moon shines upon us as we choke upon its dust - The embers grow subdued and our raft begins to rust -  You grab hold onto the reeds as we grace the water's edge - You tell me to be brave as I step upon the ledge - Like a weary river mouse I wash upon the shore - You wish me well, tears they swell - My heart breaks to tell you more - Darkness grieves our dying day, as it loiters for the sun - For I must leave you to your woods and your treasured river run.

 
 
 
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