Connor Zanin

The River

The water rises from the underground cave,
to the surface in a heated flow,
further downstream, on my back I lay,
watching the sky in its mid-day glow.

On the bank, I rest in the grass,
nestled on the ground, sun on my back,
letting the minutes and the hours pass,
taking in what cities lack.

It flows with elegance,
smooth and silent,
producing a unique atmosphere,
a very surreal envir'ment.




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