cymer, a confluence of two rivers.



if  one ran different, if each thought  were deeper.



tide pools,   north and south,

the moon fills and the current

stops a while.



our  river runs east to west and as the tide pools,

stops a while.



mixing.



take a leaf, watch a swallow, we could be  different.



let the rush stop, stand a while, let us mingle,

north to south, east and west.



no barriers.



sbm.