River Poem



Opening the door was never a struggle, to flow or let the wordflow in,

yet he pushed back on the obscure, preferring

to meander a while in the shade of oak trees,

his heart willing and wordflow always honest,

she flowed quietly, or sometimes roared he let her have her way, until she was finished […]

River Poem

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