I have followed the trails to once mighty rivers,
seen the ways their currents pulled,
stood upon the banks that they delivered to.
I have walked along side them.
The path quickly turns,
and you can see that I want
my writing to be the clear stream
you discover mid-hike, thirsty and searching,
in your ascent to the summit.
It will be quiet but forceful,
never yielding, always moving:
It is safe to drink from.
March 12
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