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the river’s many voices

let us pretend we are starting from scratch
that the sun has yet to reveal its brilliancy
rising above the ageless sea on a cloudless morning
    as if the world itself is being reborn
    free from the exploitation of the past

sudden happiness appears out of thin air
echoing through the valley of the mountains
promising change after years of inner turmoil
    grey thoughts giving way to new ideas
    like old songs playing in a new light

I often wonder about those inevitable days
will it be like floating peacefully down the river
its many voices gradually turning into one
    plainly speaking to me for the first time
    the drawbridge opening on command




january two thousand twenty
copyright j matthew waters
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