The Bayou (Poem)

I am not there will never be again

yet know how the water can be so dark so still

the trees leaning over the banks from either side

an arched leaf canopy to block the sky

a refuge for those weary and unable

to live up to the pressure of a summer day

the constant expectation of carefree childhood

placed even on me

who always always knew that a lie

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