Poem 422- The River

Breathing slowly,
A flowing glass,
This deep dark tide,
A pulsing vein,
Captivates us
With its presence,
Hypnotizes
With its weight,
Its gravity,
Dense dignity,
That dwells within
These river banks.

The River Lee has an amazing heavy glassy quality right now that feels alive.
(02.11.25)

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