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Another old poem – I wrote this about a year ago, in response to a prompt to write something inspired by a song.

Have you listened to the river?
I mean listened – really heard it.

Lay your body down upon its caramel coloured banks –
Nestle in the cradle of its butterscotch swirling waves
And I promise, it will share its secrets.

Stories of ice fishing trips gone awry;
Earthy odes to house flies and flood plains;
Deep, slow songs of resignation, hitting the muddy bottom, rebirth.

And if you listen long enough
You may hear the river whisper your name.
Then you will know the river has heard your secrets, too –
You will know that you belong.

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