Ramble

I loved the mood of that last one, I was moved to ramble...

Ramble river
Towards that dark lake
Where my baby drown
Bend and creek
Along your way
Help me lay my baby down

Somehow I'm okay
You slow and constant river
Carry me down
Fill my heart, my spleen, my liver

Somehow you don't mind
I crash my fists on your shores
Carry it away
All this hurt from mine to yours

Ramble river
Towards that place
I do not know
Down in the depths
Where I hope
No one is alone

Humanista

(I read a book of old poetry while standing in the stacks of ol' John King. I had never heard of the author, nor do I remember his name, but it was in the Michigan section so I felt maybe I knew him. )