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
every tree branch . has on it the potential . for another branch
sometimes the journey . is a very long, short walk . to find the answer
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