Sunday, July 4, 2021

Interruptions

 A small and languid river eddy

Swirls foamy bubbles round and round.

So slow, so weak, yet still it moves

The bubbles that to it are bound.


Some that break free and move along

Are snagged in yet another stall,

More slowly moving than the first

Where change comes hard or not at all.


Unhindered by the cloying banks

All this while the center flows--

A downhill slide in rippling chatter

As toward the sea it onward goes.

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