“The River Can’t Heal Everything.” – Jim Harrison
with neighbors not from home.
brown and slender
meals grabbed grudgingly.
Sunset smore roast,
yarns spun way past midnight.
Sleep on blankets
on the rooftop
under the constellations bright.
Hear the grownups
voices turning harsh
laughter stopped by angry yell.
Things said that night
talk over our heads
Dad’s whisper fierce, Mom’s yelled reply.
Neighbors gone at dawn.
Quiet we head for home.
Dad packs a suitcase and then is gone.
Our lives are changed
by something unexplained.
And the river will never answer.
This is part of “28 Days of Unreason”
based on prompts taken from poems
by Jim Harrison.