At the River

September 19, 1973 at 10:23 am (Once, Poetry)

From the mud with curiosity i saw
everyone in eagerness was racing
downstream to where the water
spawned into a river. There they thrashed
together in the current; then climbed
the waiting barges. Soon the flow
swept them to the delta
poured them to the sea.

i followed the brook upstream
until i found a mountain lake
guarded by some clouds.

it was rather lonely but
i liked it.

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