Rumors

What started out as rumors.

Whispers, spit and little more.

There was whiskey in the water.

And those rumors were of war.

There are fears and there are sorrows.

Some resentments and that stain.

There was nothing to be said or done.

That loose tongues could not explain.

What started out as reason.

Explanations keeping score…

Another log upon the fire.

Like those rumors of a war.

Dennis Mantin

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