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Tuesday, August 11, 2015


The river flows as it must toward the sea
While its surface reflects all the feelings in me
The breeze breaks the surface in ripples and dips
The sky is reflected distorted by this
Fish break the surface from shallows and depths
While gulls, ducks and osprey dip feet and wing tips
Motor boats speed while kayaks float slow
All making waves on the surface as they go
At night all is quiet, it's smooth as plate glass
Resting and preparing for when dawn comes at last
And always, still always, the flow toward the sea
The current of the river carries hearts of poets like me.
The mighty St. Lawrence, Alexandria Bay, New York.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Love your poem and love the picture!