Amazing how a river can hold up
An entire town with its soft calling turns,
In those patient lapses between
The long miseries of drought
and the hasty electricity of flood.
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This town,
Anonymous lines,
Maps of hope and glee
All folded into once brightly colored boxes.
Now, the intricate creases of lives unwound,
Pressed by the tales of neighbors
On a winter night suddenly come early
And sharpened by rain
At the far side of a dead end court.
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The long river, now purposed by rain,
Flows through my hands,
Fingers touching current,
Holding it like a breath.
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The sound of water is everywhere.
Shaken Rain 