waterways

Waterway
When I saw the river it was not new to me I had often
seen it my dreams, its brownish water steadily seeking the ocean
and unquestionable becoming inconsequent.

It was obeying the law of the nature and not asking why it
could not run the other way back to white water of innocence.
I’m a rusty leaf in this water being dragged downstream trying
to hide under the long grass of the embankment trying to learn
once more that sex is not love, I nod in deference but I do not
understand why coitus should be wrong even if it is the wrong
Time, wrong woman in a house of ill repute. I say; let me do my
Mistakes again and learn nothing of interest.