A Town in Some West

Basilike Pappa/Silent Hour

Silent Hour

Arta gravure 1854

 

If I were a town in some west,

I’d be in love with a river

who’d wrap his arm around my waist

forever.

We’d have all the gold,

and a plain to call our own,

and a sea to want

together.

If I were a town in some west,

I’d drizzle grief and rain my worst till I felt better,

and my river would drink with his arm around my waist

so tender.

But I’m no town in some west,

I’ve no gold on my breast,

or the power to mess with the weather,

and there’s no one to wrap a true arm around my waist

forever.

***

© Basilike Pappa, 2018

(Image: Pinterest)

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Author: Sudden Denouement

A Global Literary Collective

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