Poems ✍️
Poems ✍️
06.10.2025
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Potomac Town In February
THE BRIDGE says: Come across, try me; see how good I am.
The big rock in the river says: Look at me; learn how to stand up.
The white water says: I go on; around, under, over, I go on.
A kneeling, scraggly pine says: I am here yet; they nearly got me last year.
A sliver of moon slides by on a high wind calling: I know why; I'll see you tomorrow; I'll tell you everything to-morrow.
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