• Carly Feinman

Day 74- 11.29.20

Were I

Were I born a river, I'd know

just what to do.

I'd bound forward, eager as a

water buffalo breaking free

from the alligator's jaw.

Were I born a river, I'd ripple downhill

with purpose, with arrogance, with

the fluid sensation of building ridges

with my hips.

Were I born a river, I'd know

what it means to succumb to the moon

at dusk, what it means to carry

the weight of tomorrow.

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