Dams On The Cuyahoga Poem by Holden Solo

Dams On The Cuyahoga



Just west
of the Lake,
meanders
the burning river.

The river
in my dreams.

The river on fire.

The river
that oozes

rather than flows.

The river
in which
a person
does not drown

but decays.

And there
the river sits,

waiting for me
to come back home.

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