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--editor / Southeastern Florida


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I reach over the side of the boat
and dip my hand into the murky river
the current wraps 'round my fingers
running through them as shadows through savannah grass

           through my fingertips I can sense a time
when children played near the river's edge without fear
of crocodiles and water snakes
           I can hear their laughter as it echoes
from the riverbank
carried by a soft morning breeze

           I can see their smiles
alive and colorful as silken cloths woven with gold
the dawning sun rejuvenates the river life
and opens up a world of dreams and possibilities

           but now the children on the shore are weary and saddened
by the weight of the baskets on their shoulders
wrinkles crease their faces into masks of old women
they stare at me as though I am not here and maybe
I am not
              though my sorrow assures me
that in some fundamental way I must exist 

Daniel Davis, Urbana, Illinois



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