Like love
the river bends with a mind of its own
brutally, beautifully
slowly disdainfully, in no hurry to go places,
everything must succumb, no compromises,
no ifs and buts
and all else must stand aside
as the Grand Canyon mind
cuts its swathe through the hardest of emotions
and divides the great expanse
into rivulets of meaning

So it is with those  we love
we move grains of sand
out of reach and slice through the toughest
facades to express this desire
to belong to  the ocean
breaking into waves at the end
of its wandering

And yet in
these are rivers of love
people reside on the outside
looking in
at this constant connection.

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