A flower drifts upon the river:
was this ever sacred water?
I can see no evidence
of reverence.
A Coke bottle and petty trash
travel seaward in midstream;
if this were the Ganges,
there'd be saddhus
bathing from the ghats,
maybe there'd be garlands
set afloat by devotees,
fresh and pristine as the lotus,
though the waters be unclean…
This river was a totem spirit once,
though we've forgotten since...
River spirit
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Alas, people tend to forget their roots.
Best wishes, Valery
Валерий Игнатович 23.03.2025 00:35 • Заявить о нарушении
Best wishes, Valery
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