The deuce runs beside the river from our town to Summerstown
\njoyous in its smooth ups and downs and swiping curves
\nexcept in winter when the river twists angry black with storms
\nthen the deuce grumbles salt slushed caution and risky corners
\ndrivers dream of sweet tiger lilies or cattails blowing in ditches
\nsnowbound river ice denies, flaccid as a sheet on a hospital bed.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
The deuce runs beside the river from our town to Summerstown joyous in its smooth ups and downs and swiping curves except in winter when the river twists angry black with storms then the deuce grumbles salt slushed caution and … Continue reading