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Tuesday, June 12, 2012

At the Fork of Two Rivers


On the river walk
A convergence of waterfowl;
Mallards mated sit in shallow water
Looking like forlorn lovers.

Too late for brooding
She wonders if their clans were
Carried off in a storm
By the rivers' strong currents.

Or could it be that they too were 
Forgotten, cast aside, deemed unworthy
By some higher being,
Of babies bestowed.

2 comments:

Bonhomme Sept Heures said...

oh wow,,,
I like this,,,,

Marjolaine Hébert said...

Thank you, Bonhomme.