Poems and Poetry

Rip Redux | A Poem by J. Ash Gamble

Old Rip sits well
under his tree, drinking down a good bit of time.
He sleeps a while
and a while longer.
Until he wakes and there
are strange creatures around him, vehicles,
people from another time,
ushering him to a closed
room where they can learn
what he really is.



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