Excursion
The bridge that opens is
the only way to take.
And where the river meets
the sea begins the dream
the earth remembers when
it sleeps. Horizons far
away seem closer than
the course. But if you start
to drift, it finds your source.
~Son Rivers 2006
A DIFFERENT FOURTH OF JULY
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I have looked for a suitable poem for the 4th of July this year. I examined
several old examples. All the while, however, there was a very unpleasant
feeli...
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