Piker Press — Weekly Journal of Arts and Literature
April 27, 2026

The song of routine and order

"...Always coming to the river's edge..."

The song of routine and order

Today I find myself in a forest.
I walk in circles
Always coming to the river's edge.
Found the mountain.
Everything was cold.
The day was cold.
It felt to me as if the world
Wash awash in snow.
With every footstep I took.
Branches slick. Wet.







Article © Abigail George. All rights reserved.
Published in the January 9, 2017 issue .
Image(s) are public domain.
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