The River
it’s not as if one part
can separate and be left behind
for then it is a lake..
something quite different
from a river that flows onnn and onnnn
as one moving, rolling being
full of creatures struggling to stay alive
trees having let go and given in
soil of a thousand fields tumbling over and over
partly cleansing; partly destroying
partly beautiful and partly ugly or awful
starting off clear and refreshing
getting more and more
muddy as the miles and days pass
and yet it moves
with an honest intention
and I think it is not unlike living
picking up the good
and the not so good but
always drawn towards the sea.
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