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After the storm

I move upstream
The water is brown,
Churned
Ringed with foam and flecks of green
Splintered fragments tumble
Integrity gone, homeless
Raising their heads
Slippery from the wash
Searching for the fresh sun
Gasping for breath
Before being swallowed entire
The weight of water relaxes
Triumphant in its own brilliance.

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