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The River’s Flow

I cast my line into the river’s flow,
The water teeming with a golden glow,
As the leaves shook in the autumn winds that blow.

Scarlett and gold leaves shroud the sky,
Reminding me of things gone by,
One by one, they fall to the river rushing by.

Though in this moment of reflection,
One might be carried to perplexion,
By such beauty and sublime perfection.

Yet my thoughts were keenly order,
That I am only a simple border,
Of this world and its order.

By James Vespoli

Writer, Photographer, and Managing Operator of Wild Cape Press LLC

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