Ever so often/my mind wanders/to a distant river/beyond the blue hills.../
As children/we traipsed/through paddy fields/farther--where the river/flowed faster/we chased fingerlings/skipped on stones/stretched out/on pebbly banks/and gazed/at blue infinity.../
Did the river fairies/predict/ my future then?/Or did they whisper/terrible secrets/that even the wind/did not know?/
Or did they bless me/with a little spray/that a sudden gust/ of breeze created.../to bear the brunt/of all my sorrows/with fortitude...
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