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NOTHING, NOW (After Stephen Crane)
A rich man who had been born poor
Died and stood at the River Styx
In the Land of the Lost.
Squinting across, he asked Charon,
“How much will this cost?”
With oar groaning across the prow,
The boatman answered, “Nothing, now.”
FROTH IS MADE OF BOULDERS
Sticks and froth shoot forward in the river.
Boulders sway and tumble on the bottom.
Even the fish cannot resist; they stop
Inside the calms to let their colors bleed.
Even the bed and bank are soft to the river’s
Rub and cut. Nothing the river touches
Holds itself in place. Sticks are bright
From river fish. Froth is made of boulders.
James Robert Campbell
Email: James Robert Campbell
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