Meramec Spring
The water rises from the silent cool
Deep cave whose mouth is yawning far below
The crystal surface of the clear blue pool:
A river is emerging in full flow.
The wiser trout weave rainbow bodies through
The labyrinth of rushes, and their fate
Is to grow old – unlike the youngsters who
Rush downstream where the patient anglers wait.
September 2016
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Copyright © Agnes Krampe | Year Posted 2016
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