after the river floods
mud covers everything
flotsam 'round the flooded trees
is left as wreaths
head-height, a benediction
to these three things
those that stand
and by standing
may be destroyed
those that float
and by rising
may be lost
and
those that are river mud
which covers everything
2 comments:
I do like poetry... :)
Nice poem. And very appropriate for our current weather - I'd almost think you were living here!!
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