Adrift ------- A boatman coils his mooring line A gutter drains the cobbled street A chestnut splits its spiny husk And lands between two waiting feet A church bell tolls across the square And pigeons scatter off the stair The Seine flows out of morning mist And thins back into mist again The poplars lean above the bank The first dry scraps fall down like rain A church bell tolls across the square And pigeons scatter off the stair They drop away without complaint The water neither counts nor grieves The current hauls them out to sea The yellow drift of linden leaves The air is milky, damp, and cold The stragglers ride the sliding stream The river drags itself from sleep And wanders off into a dream I packed my bag and skipped the why Some words go dry before they fly The Seine flows out of morning mist And she remains, still always missed Adrift Adrift --- "Adrift" Copyright © 2026 Rick n' Stolti. All rights reserved. [email protected]
