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Where Down Meets Up

How do streams decide

where to go?

I guess they just

follow the mountain down

until the down

is going up.

And when this is true,

you cannot call it stream,

for it no longer moves.

It is still and calm,

and ripe for swimming.

So let's disrobe and

celebrate the death

of stream,

now turned placid,

forgetting it's dream

of meeting the ocean

in salted praise.

Is it strange

to pity a lake?

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Published: Jul 17, 2010
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