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the river, that briskly marred morning

was dark yet glowing all the more within its own depth

so much so that I, a mere observer felt compelled to

stop and squat slowly by its blood shot banks so to

participate in some small, uninvolved way

so utterly overtaken at first by its driven beauty

that I unashamedly wept

for such a vision to be presented to my eyes like that

of an artist's landscape come to life I would never even

presume to pray

blazing tears of unbelieved joy

saltily assailed my already misty tired eyes

for alas, I felt in my heavy heart that there fell some

crucial answers to all the before  unasked

why's..............

(written Feb 14,1993 am)