He
became the river
the
river stretching
stretching
from the mountains down
down
to the sea he became
the
drops, the flows, the currents,
the
eddys, the gallons rushing
countless
as the stones underneath
the
grains of sand alongside
the
river flowed past history
the
river flowed down to the sea
Photograph by George Hodan via Public
Domain Pictures. Used with permission.
1 comment:
Sometimes I want to cross the river, sometimes I lift my feet and ride the current hoping to land in the sea. Love this.
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