©2022 Michael Raven
everflow the creekbed change moving through like the babble between my ears noises, refreshed, renewed life is ephemeral one constant evolving change two steps in the creekbed no two steps the same i see your arms waving from across the ford but i don't know the way to reach you or the way it was before

What an astounding poem, Michael!
The second stanza is much deeper than the ford.
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Thank you, you are so very kind. ❤
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