The same river April 22, 2024
I stroll the shore
Of the river here,
Wondering if she does
The same where she is,
The same river
We both strolled years ago,
She briefly abandoned,
Even though
She’s always been
Attached to it.
I stroll the river here,
Seeing the world change,
An altered skyline,
The rubble of the past
Reconstructed
As to seem different,
When it really is not.
I envy her,
And her piece of this water
Which seems Unadulterated
Where she is,
Even though I know
It is not,
Noce changing skyline
To spoil the view,
No constant reminder
Of perpetual change
I stroll the shores
Of my side of the river
And I think of her.
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