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Nothing relaxes like a river,
I learn up in the sky.
We parallel you, silver sliver,
as the night grows nigh.
Wander, meander —
never pander.
Slant supply, and
then dogleg back—
so effortless, doing
as you please.
Make me ponder
graceful ease.
You fatten and thin
as you slide beside us,
playful in a sleek
and serious way.
You split in two —
an island born between —
and then merge back to one.
Your silver sword gets lost
as the light gets less.
You now look lake-like,
dappled with islands; but
I have to strain to see.
Now you’re gone.
I realize
I never asked
your name.
