Knee Bends

 
 
 
 
 
I ask occluded river
“Where will your running take me?
What magic destiny can I claim?”
River seems to laugh:
“If it’s destiny, you have no say.”
Today I speak with rivers,
sing to trees as if a separate wind.
Imagine thoughts of birds a’ground,
flying from the sound my voice brings in
to their world.
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