The river rises
in ones and twos
ahead of the long night
we come to stare at the river
impotent
we shrug on
a semblance of science
we toss around heights and peaks
and over-ground flow
to affect a nonchalance
while this greedy
wrong-shaped thing
spreads its bloated sides
towards our homes
in ones and twos we come
to stare at the river
we watch the eddies
and look aside
it isn't wise
to catch the river's eye
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