The Jester

There are many miles

to the River Rhodes–

some whitecapped and raging,

some calm, smoothing stones.

 

It swells into rock cracks,

leaps and drops

onto hard earth,

where it crashes against green

and spreads:

 

a life unquenched,

unsquelched,

and crooked like a trickster smile.

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