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Imagine a rushing river that is always shifting and curving through the landscape. Personify the river and write a poem from its perspective, including what it sees, feels, and touches. [Photo by Jon Flobrant on Unsplash]
is more of a creek,
covered in yellow leaves and rotting branches
that staunch the flow like a bandage over blood.
The river in the woods
probably used to rush
like its brothers farther north, shrieking
Leaves brush my neck.
Winter breathes and stirs my legs.
I taste the pebbles on my tongue,
blades of grass coat my lungs.
The gravel strains my curves.
I don’t have much to give
But please experience my tides
My entire being clings onto you tonight
As we dance under this midnight