Somewhere, A River
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Somewhere, a river
searches for a mouth
to flow into, emptying
itself into all the wrong
bodies, losing its own
in the process.
Yesterday, a silver lake.
Today, a shallow creek.
Tomorrow, an eight-
bellied serpent snaking
through a valley.
At the foot of a mountain
a body of water gathers
itself before splitting
into two tongues
licking past the jagged
teeth of the hillside.
To the east, a eulogy.
To the west, a chorus.
To the south, a flock
of geese migrating
across an ocean.
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