Chris Wrzesien Biography

Once great mighty river,
why so thin? why so tired?
Your raging battle cry through the wood
is now an endless sigh of watery air.
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I sat backward in the van today
seats so cluttered with junk
that I had to sit on the floor,
staring at the back window.
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When I sit with my back straight and my eyes closed
vividly visualizing my happy place
on a mountain rock under orange skies
with all my happy people
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The window woke me this morning,
wanting to witness something new,
so Iwondered whether I should attempt the routine
that only weird and wonderful friends do.
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I'd rather look to the sky for answers -
she watches the world and provides the rain,
while books are closed and suddenly blinded -
they have no concept of blossoming change.
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