Morning Poem, May 26, 2015

This morning the river was a perfect mirror

Unruffled and still, as if a painting of itself.

 

But there are depths below the bright surface

And the river is ancient

It has seen the white houses, the oaken docks and the colored boats come along

And it will see them vanish.

 

Copyright 2015

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