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A Triolet

I let the river clear itself, take counsel from the weeds
they’re weaving banks for dreaming to begin again

serenity, through secret routes, my deepest hunger feeds
I let the river clear itself, take counsel from the weeds

while currents bend, they dance and stem what bleeds
for minnows to plant silver, to set free the how and when

I let the river clear itself, take counsel from the weeds
they’re weaving banks for dreaming to begin again

~~~

© Elaine Stirling, 2014
Photograph by author

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