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  • Lorraine Johnson

[138] For A While

There's a stream

that flows and sings

traveling miles

over rocky earth

gently, steadily

it creates its path

effortlessly it moves,

over and around.


Many come to its edge

drink its waters

refresh their feet

listen, as it babbles

an unheard song,

opening spaces

once thought gone.


Yes,

many pause at its bank,

wade through its tiny rapids,

emerging on the other side

still and hopeful,

carrying the wonder

into tomorrow

—for a while.

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