Day 12

 

In Spring and Summer

The river sleeps

nestled in her concrete bed

In Autumn, she wakes, 

slowly stretching 

waiting for the fury

that is the winter

Young trees

trying to grow

in the earth and slow trickle 

of the earlier months

disappear

bend and break

to add to the tumult

of cascading water

roaring through the center of the city

toward the sea.

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