A River Bank Poem by Juy Les

A River Bank

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A rock face, sheer with tan, aging trees.
Darkened, moss claws an existence.
Screaming, the river bank, wet with delight,
gently ushers the water through its bosom.
The trees sway with thirst, a gentle whistle, a violent roar.

But giving is not what banks do.

Tuesday, April 8, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
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