Sunday, September 4, 2011

The Deckhand

Grunt of the rivers, the deckhand,
his world one of water and rust,
            straddling
barges at winches working unseen like windings
of a clock twenty days on.
Twenty days off he dreams of currents,
knowing only two directions:
upstream and downstream.

By Robert E. Petras

1 comment:

The Bijou Poetry Review said...

Robert E. Petras is a graduate of West Liberty University and a resident of Toronto, Ohio. His poetry and short fiction have appeared in more than 70 publications,
most recently in Eunoia Review, Midwest Literary Magazine, Beatnik and State of Imagination.

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