Asphalt River

Leaves begin to scatter—

scraping across the asphalt.

The sound of a river

coursing through my street.



Ebbing with the wind

I wish I can toss my memories into the current

but they will eventually

find their way back to me.


  5 comments for “Asphalt River

  1. December 15, 2019 at 11:20 am

    So true! They always find their back. Beautiful lines.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. December 15, 2019 at 9:18 am

    They always find their way back.. great poetry, brother.

    Liked by 2 people

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