Poems and Rivers

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I am

of poems and rivers.

I stand

as it all

works around

my footing.

I am held,

wordless

and watchful.

While I fish,

while I write,

waiting on delight,

a fight,

not knowing

what’s next,

a broad turn

downstream,

a desperate run

to hidden structures,

a sudden gasp at

twisting flight then

plunging to

dark freedom.

I am

of poems and rivers,

immersed,

worked upon,

smoothed, and

someday

carried off,

to be found.

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