Circle of Out-takes

The River

I watched the sun waltz on the river
thinking of you and why you went.
The ripples ran like melted silver.
I bowed my head to make a wish.
The river flowed westward, intent
on the sea.  The sun painted a flush
on the waters as they ran.
I turned homeward to the rooms
where your feet left prints I washed
away in anger.  You are not in
their emptiness, and I must come
to terms with places empty of you
How strange:  the river flows the same,
while I stumble on a road that's new.

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Updated last on:  2001/05/21