LJ Idol Week 11 Part 2: If the Creek Don't Rise
I watch the river
my nerves on edge.
The heatwave sucks up
the murky water.
Each day
more secrets are revealed.
Rusty bikes and old shoes
ancient bits of wood.
People scavenge
curious and eager and nosy.
Each night
I pray for heavy rain.
A downpour
to refill the dry banks.
Deep in the depths
victims lay forgotten.
Greying bones, rotting bodies
a hidden graveyard.
Secrets beneath the surface
that should never be uncovered.
my nerves on edge.
The heatwave sucks up
the murky water.
Each day
more secrets are revealed.
Rusty bikes and old shoes
ancient bits of wood.
People scavenge
curious and eager and nosy.
Each night
I pray for heavy rain.
A downpour
to refill the dry banks.
Deep in the depths
victims lay forgotten.
Greying bones, rotting bodies
a hidden graveyard.
Secrets beneath the surface
that should never be uncovered.