Flow

When once we ran to the river as children
we saw the spirit of the water
moving swiftly through the patterned current
and the sun shone
as the dead leaves
dropped lightly on the water’s surface
and were borne away.
Each grain of sand reached out
for the wet sunlight
and we were not in the water
but of the water
and the sand was soft and glistened
and the sun warmed our necks
and everything flowed
in one direction.

L.W Seeley Jr.

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