Robert Brown

Poems of Robert Brown

1. And What of the Rivers 11/1/2010
2. Bridge lit Plan 11/1/2010
3. when we met it rained 11/1/2010

And What of the Rivers

And what of the rivers, where one used to drink, cup handed and smiling? It happened in secret, behind the clown nose and jive shows, and they only charged a buck-what a deal. Cutting fish heads they count the dead, laying them back where their found. They don't loose count for it takes only a lunch break, paddling through plastic waters that smell

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