A river is a mountain of energy. Its

appetite to reach the ocean. The river is a highway

pulling with it silt, leaves and parts of trees.

On occasion the river reaches out. It’s watery

fingers possessing what it wants. Quietly it moves,

pushing over and carrying away the life and love

of everything in its path.

Valleys yield and shorelines respect the passage

of its strength. Bridges rise up with supports

planted deep against the turbulence of spring.

Vortices, rapids and half submerged objects

cast their warnings of beware to all who pass near.


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