South (so soft, that word)
of the river, the fifth
is a bottle of consolation
North (so hard that R)
today sun scatters
blue shadows on banks of snow
that ended the fifth
sad excuse for Spring
oh, we groan
under this white wait
no, endure
this fifth disappoint
meant to be flowers
This fifth we wish
we could drink
but cannot.
Bottom’s up!

A(d) verse complaint
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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