There are rivers that boil dreams. I did not believe at first, till I went there. It was fine when I took the first dip. On the second dip I could hear a grumble. I saw the bubbles rise up. My friends laughed out loud, thinking that was me fart. I could have but this was not me. It was the river. I saw it … Continue reading Rivers that Boil Dreams #46 of 365 Poems