Confessional Water
Tarnished mind calloused soul
death saddles my shadowed dreams.
Barren walls where photos lived
burned in russet glows of ash and wood.
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I long for yellowed aspen
scent of smoke and a dram of rye.
Waters glossed in diamonds morning dew
where shadows stretch and river bends,
in braided streams reverie.
Here dry flies waltzed over quilted lupine fields.
Confessing our sins with each cast,
these lives of broken bones and loose change.