Ragged River (a poem)

this river runs ragged

thru the hills

i always return here

to hear the sparrow-song

& listen to the water rush

along the embankments

like a manic mind

bursting with zeal

this river runs ragged

thru my soul

i always find peace here

laying in the mud

& smelling the smoky scent

of burning firewood

this river runs ragged

(Photo by Jeff Sheldon on Unsplash)

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