Waves of wind.

Thoughts pulled and pressed between

sheets of cool air circle over the river

while slowly rumbling its

volumes of silent vortices

slipping past the sleeping city.


A flat placid surface hides the depths

of its power, the fathoms of tangled trees,

layers of silt and leaves

and voices of lost souls.


The river flows thick to the ocean,

blending in, merging, depositing its wealth

and weight into the great circle of water.




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