the river                   ii

 
his gaze
set
firmly
on the tumult

the shimmer
the glare
occasionally poking
a ray
direct
into his eye

life
perhaps
its reflection
setting ablaze
his being
behind the eyes

every day
by the riverbank
the swell
and fall
of his chest
the bellow
for the furnace
'tween his ears

the river
where he met her
still there.






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