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A River Is a Poem

We hear your echoing melody.

Echoes wash against the shore.

carrying tons of weight

of time, distance, space.

Stratifications mark your passing,

rush, ebb, and flow,

like a heart beating in the moonlight tied flows.


Until infinity,

you throb and cradle mysteries.


A river is a poem.


by Vincent J. Tomeo

 
 
 

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