the power of the
waters all around
me is calling me
to find a new way
on in life -
a way to set out
onto and into -
one as passionate
and surreal as the
sensual undercurrent
of a rushing, turbulent
stream in the mountains
sometimes hidden in
the inconspicuous holler,
sometimes clambering toward
the open sunlight on big
stones from geologic time
always pushing forward
until they are all but
dried up - and then -
a trickle to their end
power and dissipation
ramble from the same source
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