the
river flows same place daily
between
windswept banks where brush grows
under
swooping birds and meandering butterflies
a
man sits on the same bench daily
arriving
at the illusion of moving on
repetitively
worn and being reborn
like
grass that grows on burned out lawns
given
storms to endure
downpours
of emotion to ford
refilling
the illusive river ashore
April
29, 2018
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