The river with its rich, fertile being and meanings
"keeps coming, touching me, passing by"
as I gather a lifetime of verses and prose.
It's uncanny how many times and in how many places
the river shows up with an encouraging air.
It's given me chills over and over to
see how it has wended its way...
quietly, softly,
all along my journey.
"it's pale, infallible voice singing."
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