def poetry jam

the hypocritic days
though love repine, and reason chafe
do i like it
world that changes under my hand
now that i have cooled to you
there is no escape by the river
though i am little as all little things
i see all human wits
renew the vision of delight
all day to watch the blue wave curl and break
he's gone
i loathed you
gone are the three, those sisters rare
lived by the river-side