WIDE BROWN RIVER

Over hanging branches

with fingers of moss

drool onto a brown

fat lazy river.

 

Mud soft edges

sit rich with ooze,

tempting to touch,

warm with patience.

 

A yellow roaring sun

growls hungrily

pressing green stems

to wilt in prayer.

 

The voice of flow

rumbles deep,

muscled strong

while passing through.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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