Beside the River

Low as it may be,
there is power still
between the wide

and tarry banks
that slope always
toward movement,

I want to invite
each wet surge
all the way in,

to rip and cleanse
and ravage, and
beneath the white

torrent, a slow
change a new
shape, a silence.

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