Guzlowski-Stepek: The Never-ending Poem

The river I died on Is fat and it's old It trudges slowly Toward a sea that trembles And squawks like an eagle In the sky Death, Master of the drowned world  Suddenly stopped At my door And said look  You should have put your shoes on And come walking with me. I wanted to show you things You’ll never have understood But would watch in wonder. Too late now for coffee Your shoes float on the rusty red ocean No need for sticks To help you stand and walk You are lost to the river And go to the sea from where you came.

  The river I live on Is flat and cold And moves slowly Toward a sea that rumbles And quakes like the sky In autumn  When all the grayness Of a world ending  Suddenly steps  Through your door And says look  Why don’t you put your shoes on And come walk with me. I want to show you something  You’ve seen before  But never understood. And you put down your coffee And put on your shoes And take up the canes  That help you stand and walk And you follow the river To the river it dreams itself being.