Rivers

A suspension, like a bridge

hanging over rivers which

flow, for this moment.

 

For this moment

turned on a cloud

coming in from the north

 

a brow of closeted melancholy

darkening the skies

with reflected grimace.

 

If this rainfulness

runs clear and smooth

there might follow

a gentle breeze and a gentler

tomorrow

 

 

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