The Lion's Den

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I hope you’ll enjoy! My latest poem is posted below. You can find others in the archive. Please feel free to add constructive criticism in the comments – I may update poems based on the comments I receive.  

• The River
  By Leo Weinreb Upon the rushing wrinkles of the bluecame fists of yellow fairy-dust,some hazy dots. But then a gustof wind ripped down and churnedthe surface to the bottom of the bed to tear anew the soil, rocks, and sand, the silt and rust. We saw the cycle of the river, justone more cycle nature must go