What does it wonder ’bout – this river,
When it touches the salty morasses of
Its own grave? knowing well that the end
is imminent, could it stop
from embracing the ocean, that seem thirsty,
ever so?

does any fear ever arise, while it faces
the vast expanse of this
limitless graveyard? The calmness of its flow carries
no signature of the impending death. Offering
the silt of ages to the times-to-come, it flows quietly
into a world beyond.

(for Theron Bradford – I met on Yahoo! boards, dying of liver cancer)

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