The full-throated roar
Across the river slowly deepens
Fades upstream into the night.
Cigarettes perhaps?
Driven by a stressed
Smuggler looking for
The light flashing ashore
Looking for cops
Looking for a few bucks
The frogs rhythmically
Fill in over the fading
Disappearance. Waves lap
Later. High off, a jet blinks
Silent. Far. Aloof.
— August 23, 2006
About riverwriter
Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else?
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Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
