I stand at the water's edge
Feet a little in feet a little out
Nature bits hitting and scratching
Looking over its surface
Tumultuous, raging, and cold
Slapping against rocks
Limbs broken and old
Hurtling down the river
A single broken canoe
Rock meet boat
Splinters fly right on by
The calamity of life, the life
around us surrounds …
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