Brian Romans

Brian Romans

By a crevice
in the granite
at the roadside
on the Old River Road
a weathered white cross
wears a wreath of flowers
already faded by the sun
the rush of passing cars
below the ridges
of the Coulee
of the Dam

On the cross
under the wreath
trembling with time
a name stands written black
the letters all printed by hand
Here lies Virgil Little Bear Cub
Born too late ~ Died too soon
On the shoreline paw`prints
show how by moonlight
his spirit wanders
eternal waters


About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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3 Responses to Virgil

  1. “show how by moonlight
    his spirit wanders,,” You always have a line in each of your work that makes me sigh from beauty, Peter. This was it this time around.

    Liked by 1 person

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