of the rift that you decreed
between us, I'm scared to see
how hard, how fast the run of years
scours such a channel. Miles
across now. I can't tell how deep.
Talking, laughing, in the shade of the cedars
Bright and broad at the wide bend,
that was a kinder river, where grace was.
Still the shadowy-sunny water
from a spring the color of peacocks
is flowing on down through the forest
a long way from this desert canyon.
Talking, laughing, in the shade of the cedars
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