it is a riverof no more
fish swimming
filled with
volcanic
ash
dormant
never to
be awakened
it is a well of
muddy water
undrinkable
and poison
to your taste
it is a book
without a plot
going nowhere
it is words
without sense and
without meaning
it is time
to turn
the page
for a new
beginning
it is time
to run your
fingers and
turn that
paper over...
