There you were - in wait,
like a spy with insider knowledge.
You’d just completed a revolution.
We share and commiserate,
recognizing the paths drawn in us.
Meandering and graceful rivers braided.
A weathering of sorts,
deposition and erosion changed us from within.
The cross-bedding revealed gently worked beauty
that can only be created
from that particular river,
that particular time,
those particular conditions.
A conclusion of fate and of disbelief
in unison inoculate,
we are in awe.
And the braiding winds together
to make lakes over time,
for another revolution.
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