RIVER MISSION
(Lawrence Helm)
I am on a mission of sand
Seeking to expand its
Multisequential rendering
Each day in the steps
I've made before until
The strong winds come
To erase it all.
I shall begin again
Beside the bush and weed,
The debris dumped down
Beside the road and left
To the storm that's
Yet to come to clean
It all away.
I shall come near
And peer down at its rushing
Past above the lasting
Sand and my foot prints
Scrambled in millions
Of kaleidoscopic
Anguished churnings.
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