QUIET STILLNESS.

I am a waiting riverbed,

Just quietly being,

Ready for the wild embrace,

Of a wanton unpredictability.

Whence she comes,

I can not know.

But she surely will.

And wildly unfettered,

She will flow,

For that’s her style.

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