Dry River

Dry River

I’m old now,


but my fire continues.

I meet with young people

to pass time,

autumn festivals are freezing fingers

when harvest moon shines.


The river is drying up

as it’s drawn away

Everyone has needs-

each field wants water,

there’s no fishing 

without that license.


A campaign shirt is just the thing

to wear for shopping,

friends ask where I’m spending my money,

Hell, does it matter

where I go?



24 Oct 08

Natural Laws

Dave Barber