Renda Writer - Wednesday
I'm floating
Down the river
Wondering
What the river's made up of
What's it a metaphor for?
What's it all for?
The silence is enjoyed
And implied
Relied upon
As a scapegoat
I'm floating
And she's driving
And the old one
Catches wind of the sin
We both cry
And hang up
Knowing we'll speak again Wednesday
poem by Renda Writer
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