ThereWereDays1

ThereWereDays2

There were days when the smell
of the river would lift
your eyes, even
with the sun’s hand
pulling your neck like one brother
pulling another’s head to his.
Call from the bank and hear
the water meekly teach itself
your language and your voice,
but rivers never carry on
a legacy for long.

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