by Eric Rosenbloom
copyright 2010

Clouds waft from over the ocean
        And rain upon the land
Rivers flowing return to ocean
        Waters seeped through the land

Out of the ocean a ship finds the river
        And sails against her waters
Its people build on her shores of mud
        With rushes, wood, and stone

And their towers tumbling back to the land
        Are the last that the river washes
Of the memories returned to ocean
        Of its people seeped in the land

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