WHAT I WANT

Maybe I just don’t know and

I am afraid to venture out

And look for where the rivers

Flow together into the oceans.

Maybe there are answers there.

Maybe they can tell me why she

Left me and what I did wrong.

I ‘ll look for the Arkansas River.

I hear it flows softly and has a

Lot of answers and presents

Them smoothly with no inference

Of guilt. My kind of river, so smooth

And always ready to return. I bear

On guilt and what I just said holds

Now and forever. That is what I want.

Stanski

January 30, 2026, ^.