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At The River’s Edge. April 11, 2008

Posted by littlebangtheory in Art and Nature, poetry.

Standing here, Where the swift, cold green Rides up on the warm rocks, Infusing itself with sunlight, Leaving a bit of its mystery For me to unravel,

I pause.

Is this my womb, my cradle, my destiny?

Perhaps not today, perhaps There’s more for me out here, In the air, in the light, Where the birds are.

Where you are.