River rushing,
Messing through tranquility,
Upsetting soft grasses
And still trees.
Calm sky clouds
Stay open for a wide sun.
But river shatters the rays
Upon rocks and edges.
River won’t listen
To birdsong or deer hooves moving.
Instead, tantrum-ing down mountainsides,
And butting up against boundaries and lines.
Always running,
although towards or away from,
We may never know.
Whirl-pooled and streaming puddles of childish tears,
Crying until they’re all dried up.
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