Hello gentlepeople,
Yesterday I wrote a poem about a river.
It is also a poem about myself, reacting to the ugliness I saw in that river. I let myself get close to it, closer than I ever have on my walks near it so far. Its dark green, murky, and shallow waters met my eyes. Upon seeing it, I said, “ew.”
After laughter and a moment’s pause, I let curiosi…
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