On The Riverbank

I see you
On the other side of the River Styx,
Wandering the banks
Looking for a way back.

Your pockets are so deep that you get
Distracted searching for the coin
For the ferryman.
Is the coin there at all?
I don’t know.

I bury some treasure in a comfortable chest,
Scribble poetry in the sand
With the killing edge of the shovel,
And wait for you to cross.