rushing, wildly running
through narrowing gorge,
plunging ever away
from what it was –
calm pond
silent spring slipping
time’s bond --
descending cliffs
flowing, always flowing
gathering all the waters of the west
to become the Colorodo –
carver of canyons,
life giver, death dealer
river of earth.
(8 October 2015)
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