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POEM: Rivers

Rivers

Reading about Paris.
Listening to Boston.
Thinking of Lenox.

I should be present.
Be where I am.
The Rivanna is not the Seine,
but then the Seine is not the Rivanna.

The Housatonic, the Charles,
these rivers of the imagination.
Where are they, really?

Do they flow even now
through this summer night?

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4 August 2025
Charlottesville VA

Published in Lenox My poems Nature Poem-A-Day 2025 Poetry

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