Finding River

An original work of poetry

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Wind’s bitter caress, her delicate fingers. I feel her like I once felt you. Rain patters thick on wet sand like blood, seeping from the sky as though wrung from a towel we once knew to share. My feet fall amongst heavy drops, press into forgiving ground and hold it there, only for a moment, but leave prints for much longer. The sweet, powdery musk of the aspens’ exhalations and their once tinselly, shuffling laughs muted to a