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The River in Pieces

The river in pieces—pool, riffle, run—
holds thousands inside itself, still undone,
motion captured. Strange critters swirl within.
The churn-water breaks, a misted engine.

A bitten hot wish, remade, swallowed deep,
flows into shadowed shape coherent, weeps
into a waterfall, crashes sideways,
surfaces spinning, darts into bright day.