With the days runoff, carrying
Its rubble, crashing
Into its banks
Tangling with the roots planted there.
Tree roots, growing
With the days rain, carrying
Its life force, rising
Into its branchlets
Tangling with the buds springing forth there.
Night sleep, resting
With the days exercise, agitating
Its host, waking
Into stupor
Tangling with the dreams haphazardly placed there.
Copyright Denise A White
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