river call

the river is my most constant friend

I turn to its waters before I would seek

the shelter of arms not yours

I still love it when it rages

it still loves me when I weep

I smile when its banks bloom

it harmonizes when I sing

I cast wishes on pebbles

fingertips find halves of shells in soft mud

the green wind song of the trees

holds me as best it can

cool water kisses my skin

reminds me that I’m awake

I speak your name into the sweet air

and it is not lost

a thunderclap booms like a gift

and I wish you were here to welcome

the warm wild wind with me

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