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The Lane is a River

© Written by Ann Christine Tabaka

The lane is a river that I cannot cross, I cannot wade its crest. The tides of time flow pass my house, taking down trees & forgotten lives. They float down the road of life and death. It will not stop. It cannot cease. Eternal torrential downpours, wash away all sins. It turns laughter into tears, joy into sorrow. We walk along, facing doubt. We trudge through marrow, dried bones of long-lost loves. They surface to call us back. Memories of sunlit days follow us forever. We refuse to surrender. We refuse to let go, as the river devours our dreams.

Ann Christine Tabaka was nominated for the 2017 Pushcart Prize in Poetry. She is the winner of Spillwords Press 2020 Publication of the Year, her bio is featured in he "Who's Who of Emerging Writers 2020 and 2021," published by Sweetycat Press. She is the author of 14 poetry books, and 1 short story book. She lives in Delaware, USA. She loves gardening and cooking. Chris lives with her husband and four cats. Her most recent credits are: Caroline Muse, Sparks of Calliope, The Closed Eye Open, Poetic Sun, Tangled Locks Journal, Wild Roof Journal, The American Writers Review, The Phoenix, Burningword Literary Journal, Muddy River Poetry Review, The Silver Blade, Pomona Valley Review, West Texas Literary Review, The Hungry Chimera, Sheila-Na-Gig, Fourth & Sycamore. Website:

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