dream on jumpy
johnclarestokes
Does it not seem a
Futile thing to wake
The sleeping man?
Let him dream awhile
Yet
Lost in his boyhood
Stepping
Down to the dark
Riverbank
Lapping as a dog
where he drank
Swinging upon the
Scuppernong vines
Higher in the canopy
He climbs
Mamma called in vain
But jumpy never came
Bottle and boots
Found abandoned
Is the child now a man?
Between a splashing
and a slow drifting
Down the winding
Sopchoppy
We will never know.
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