Water Poem: I

A river from the sky,
Slides down beams
Of forsaken sun.

I, a man
whose days have washed in-
to wider currents,
A woman-child dancing
to the green songs
of spring rain.

And I long to be like water–

as old as the ocean
as young as the rain.

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