On This River's Edge Poem by Leonard Dabydeen

I search everywhere on this river’s edge
combing wet marsh with bare feet
driftwood loitering with freckled skin
wait patiently for the next tide
evening soon will come
and this dense forest
will take my hope away
I do not want to lose hope
it took me almost forever
to nurture it like I nurture you
If I put a penny
in your piggy-bank tonight
will you come out of hiding
and spot yourself a seat
where I can sit beside you?
Please...thank you.