I found you in the gravel,
the wet muddy gravel
How far did you travel,
in sunlight or in shadow
River winding high,
receding when it's dry
Reflecting clouded skies,
perceived through panfish eyes
Here chipped secrets lie,
downstream our dreams do fly
All we can do is try
scattered like flints awry
Feb 17, 2024
Feb 17, 2024 at 12:18 PM UTC
I found you in the gravel,
the wet muddy gravel
How far did you travel,
in sunlight or in shadow
River winding high,
receding when it's dry
Reflecting clouded skies,
perceived through panfish eyes
Here chipped secrets lie,
downstream our dreams do fly
All we can do is try
scattered like flints awry
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