the river,
dappled
in pink and blue
spills
of sun
and sky,
what lies below
is green,
its numbed
light
rising
to the surface.
how it moves
towards larger
water,
a finished end,
unfinished.
streams
with lives
of their own
adding along
the way, and our
feet
hung off
the pier,
we
too are heading
somewhere
where we all
must flow one day.
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