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1.13.2006
Watch the River
There is no placeto find home; the river is freed, let out of its bones, trees remember groves, clouds roll away in search of ceiling.
My grandmother rocks (steady as wind) in a wooden chair that creaks and groans; lumber of a ship that takes her nowhere.
I am exactly where... (or should I say) "I am"
and watch the river flow.
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rocks (steady as wind)
in a wooden chair
that creaks
and groans;
lumber
of a ship
that takes her
nowhere."
Nice lines....
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