Gentle spring, grit and gravel—
Carry us through.
Rolling river, rain-fed power—
Wash my cousins free.
Sovereign stone, stayed and true—
Change our course.

Jordan McFarlen


By The Sea

O, simple beauty and satisfaction;
In their wildest dreams,
Their love had happened.

They sat together, white hair and withered hands,
And waved goodbye to me
From the porch of their cottage by the sea.

Jordan McFarlen