smoothing pebbles in my wake
gurgling, babbling, bubbling
over the earth
home to fish and frogs,
plants overhanging my banks
creating enclaves for nesting ducks
inviting baby bears to splash in my shallows
a friendly force of life
drawing birds and beasts to me
like a magnet
nor a turbulent one
churning inside
wrenching trees by their roots and flinging them ashore
raging against embankments
eroding the very foundations that hold us steady,
pulling down houses in my frustration,
washing over goats and cows
and sending
wave upon crashing wave onto shore
till I am spent
and the world is shaped anew,
gouged and disgorged.
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not a turbulent one,
churning my emotions
raging against the embankments
eroding the very foundations that hold us steady,
pulling down houses, trees and roads
in my frustration,
washing over the goats and cows
and sending
wave upon crashing wave onto shore
till I am spent,
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