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RIVER - REVISITED
At the river’s bend—
noises that could have been music
on a ten-stringed instrument
as we step on stones
sculpted with the symmetry
of our youth. We gather them closer
into our hearts, they throb with life
each one of us remembers.
We throw them one by one
creating ripples, then slap our backs
with pride, the currents slowly
cascading
until at last we resurface
from the lure of those full-blown memories
almost with reluctance.
