Running Water

 

 

The River is wanton,

it speaks to me

and I listen.

Restless creature I AM

a mossy rock by this river.

It’s earthy fragrance entices me,

I stand quiet and let it touch my body.

I put my face close so I can feel it’s voice in my mouth and

on my lips.

I love its accent of running water,

Its wonderful gurgle makes me thirsty,

I drink it in.

I like it.

 

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