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  RIVER
 
by Louise DeBrower©1997
  The cup, filled,
  overflowing, spilling
  a new river, I am the
 
 river, the river of life.
  I tumble and roll upon
 
the landscape kissing
 
it with life. I suckle
 
the crops. I carry the
 
ships, boats of joy,
 
sorrow, and
 
commerce. With
 
mist, I shroud in
 
mystery. I am  muse
  to poets. I spin into
 
the sunlight and fill
 
the clouds, then
  collect the raindrops
 
and reinvent myself,
  ever growing. I move
 
with tenderness and
 
then again with
         
turbulance and
  tenacity. I roll ever
 
again into and outside
  of myself creating
 
boundaries even as I
 
disappear, as in the
 
desert where my
 
space is marked. I am
  life in all cycles.  I
 
create, nurture and
 
destroy. I give
  pleasure and pain. I
                         am passed over,
  under, and through. I
               spill into and from
 
your lips. I live inside
 
you, and I am you and
 
you are me, the river
  of life.