Time and the river

A whisper of wind in the sycamores
dense clusters of seed about to take flight
the rose of youth faded      the memory
of love     long gone   :   autumn light shimmers
on the river’s surface where salmon pike
and eel skulk
                   and to no avail anglers
cast their baited lines into the shadows
The seagulls and oyster catchers have
seen it all before         Time and the river
You can never bathe in the same stream twice
so Patsy says       and she’s right     life travels
in a single relentless direction  :
give a dog a bone       it will chew it un-
til it is gone
             and there are no returns

John Lyons

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