When the riverbed shifts its silt

It blurs as dyes colliding 

Until the mallard flock flurries 

And the water swirls muddy

When the riverbed reclaims its sediment 

We collapse in stifled combining

Taint me until I’m something different

Blend me into something pretty

Photo by Andriyko Podilnyk on Unsplash

This is a rework of something I wrote for someone when I was 18 that I found in my outgoing email. It’s pretty pertinent to circumstances right now which is strange, but things always seem to work out that way. 

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