I ran into River a few times
On the streets of Gainesville
In the crowds we both moved
around in
In a scene stitched together
By threads of music, art, and
skating
I also crossed paths
With his little brother once
Back then
His brother went by a different
name
Name change or not
Weren’t we all different?
Back then
When River was being born into
this world
I was being conceived
Nine months and seven states
separated us
Until his family made their way
to Florida
The times I was around him
And he around me
River seemed
Locked into something
Most never know exist
But we all know
Existing means very little
without knowing
Back then
He would come and go
From the city of angels
Disappear
To some faraway movie set
Act out another role for the
watchers
Become another side of
What the world would perceive him
as
Cut away at the rough
Like the facet of a diamond
The last time I saw him
He seemed closer than ever to the
knowing
He was raising hell at a hemp
festival
In downtown Gainesville
Trying to swing from the ropes
Of the courthouse flagpole
Like a modern day Tarzan
At least this looked like what he
was trying to do
Until two cops walked over and ID’d
him
Back then
You could be jailed for a joint
Cars were confiscated for
containing a seed
So, I’m sure the cops were
looking for any reason
For Tarzan to take a ride with
them
But River was let go
I watched him disappear
Into the street shadows of
night
Someone standing close by said
He was pissed because his
band
Was booked to play a few blocks
away
The crowd had gathered
To see several bands for free and
fly high at the festival
They weren’t going to pay to see
his
But we know
Some say a lot about what happens
a few blocks away
River was passionate about his
music
Hell, he was passionate about
many things
Back then
The next time I heard River’s
name
Was over a small box radio
While stocking shelves in a
hardware store
They said he died on a sidewalk
in Hollywood
River was gone forever
He had gotten as close to the
knowing
As one could get
That decade started out with
Alice singing
“We Die Young”
Many of us never thought we would
grow old
But all of us agreed
River left much too soon
Back then
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