My river is not my river--
my shoal, not my shoal.
It shares with me its unhurried waters,
thoughtful sycamores,
questing vines and courageous willows,
silent under sky, meditating
on their time under the sun.
And I, I scribble these secrets
I wish were mine
always knowing they belong to water
that will give them away to sky.
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