Perpendicular bluffs have shaped our lives
Parched fields and scorching summers
The wafting, ever-lingering scent of childhood memories
Drying in the tepid light
And I who thought I knew so much
Will never learn the language of the wind
Will stand here on my own in the comfort of my soliloquy
Deafened by the silence
And those riddles I have striven so long to decipher, I never will
As I too have become a dissenting salmon
Descending down-stream instead
Letting the rapids carry me where they will…
Parched fields and scorching summers
The wafting, ever-lingering scent of childhood memories
Drying in the tepid light
And I who thought I knew so much
Will never learn the language of the wind
Will stand here on my own in the comfort of my soliloquy
Deafened by the silence
And those riddles I have striven so long to decipher, I never will
As I too have become a dissenting salmon
Descending down-stream instead
Letting the rapids carry me where they will…
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