River Salvation

/ Arambler

Three turtles on the back
of a fallen wish bone
branch, I’m looking down 

river 

again. The chain
of lakes does not captivate.
Without an ocean, 

my roots 

go thirsting
for a source deep
in the mud. Home 

is wherever water carries
forth that voice.

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