Saturday, February 27, 2016


This is about some health problems that have come along in the past few months. It is optimistic though.


The river,
poisoned by the stained 
grey concrete geometries,
still flows,
along the same valley,
polishing the mountains,
past the overhanging 
water oaks
and wise cyprus trees.
It's blood,
feeding the algae,
and rounding the rocks.
It's curves
stirring up
the purifying mud.
It's flow, accelerating
and collecting through time,
but then broadening 
and thinning,
until still seeping
into the boundless
sodium sea.

-Robert L. Jackson III

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