as the river flows . by, it is indifferent . to what is above
in a hazy sky . there is a threat that carries . no posted warning
the river flows free . influenced by the constraints . built to contain it
a drop of water . passes, never to return . to the same river
water is patient . eroding everything . eventually
a field of purple . reveals individual . flowers when up close
the sun could foretell . what its sunrise will look like . we’d still be surprised
the wind can blow through . the spaces where the snow clings . and prevents passage
the mid-night thunder . becomes just a memory . as night becomes day
the stream changes course . out of necessity, and . continues to flow
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