Early April. the 8th, about the 6th.

The River
what else to say?
The river inside of trees,
the river inside of us.
pulsing, waiting to get out.
Oh wait: I already wrote that poem
but I did not invent it
the trees, the river, the sun, the shadows,
the hidden, the seen. Always here. eternally.

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