Will Barber - Emily

All in the evenings, sweet Emily
Would walk by the water's edge, dreaming
Of a voice that might wake her forever
From such idle revery.
She trampled grasses down,
So blindly did she stride, musing
On the destination of the wind,
The sequence of history.

All days, in every season, Emily
Would walk to the river's edge, wondering
Whether she might not care to be
Part of the river's legacy
To the city of New Orleans.


1980

Will Barber

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