It’s a wilderness upriver where

sounds become trapped and lights attempt to

block out the fear of night.  Loud music

dispels the spirits of silence while gossipers

gather in corners overlooking their

own sins; a few of the faithful squeeze

some sense from a hymnal.


A smokescreen of shadows suggests the

passing of anxious youths; idle hands

and messages on their hats.


There’s an unexpected divide.  Voices

split in two.  No one knows who’s winning,
while misfortune from the past is difficult

to forget.


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