poetry

the river

i was at the shore

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“Everything flows, nothing stands still.” -Diogenes Laërtius

we walk along the river
rocks and branches
cans and condoms
i take your hand

this, you say
i look at you
water behind your eyes
blinking at the sun

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I write things. A lot. I love to travel. I edit and create content. Need help with words? I can help. jean@wordsmithweb.com

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I write things. A lot. I love to travel. I edit and create content. Need help with words? I can help. jean@wordsmithweb.com

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