The Sagacity of the Stream

i watched across the water

on a bank lined with dying trees

rotten roots reaching

out beyond the

sinking silt

sun bleached dried and eagerly

seeking to sate

in desperation

a thirst unquenched

gnarled fingers poke like

porous bones

body tilts towards

tumbling tide

there’s an island in the center stream

receding more

and more

washed away

until one day

only once lush vegetation

will mark the path

and the islands

and the banks

and the rocks

and the silt

will keep receding

remain in motion

pushing past the present point

while others only observe

sitting stagant

seeing only where they are

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