I’m gazing at the river, ceaselessly flowing. She entices me, invites me in Yet teases me with fallen leaves and eddies and whirlpools, Floating bubbles, coots and moorhens and ducks, Trying in every way to distract me. And then there are the corkscrew trees upended, The drifting clouds, the too perfect symmetrical swan. If I’m [...]

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