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River Crossing
The trail plays hide & seek
with the sound of the rushing water.
Every green door opens with a light touch.
Every room is filled with sunbeams.
Here is the river,
the bridge made of tree material,
sinewy like a tight muscle
pulling continents together.
Over the river lies a history of animals.
Half way across I feel hypnotized:
the roar of the water,
the swaying of the bridge,
the brilliance of the sun,
my dry mouth.
Let there be fish in the pools!
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