EROSION By: Jessica Marcotte

Sober clouds watch the cliff

fall,

Crash into water from heights tall

Stir the silent riverbed

Lost her clarity, clouds of dirt bled



Soft rain, mound of fallen place

Settled swallows settle in grace

Rock-fall rests in cold current deep

Billowed dust, sullied hill steep



Tower the smoothed edges

Wind dives from precious ledges

Labyrinth remaining,

post decent

Valley echos grow immense



Strom opaque bleeds the stream

Decay lined with bands of beam

Waters spills, drifts our pain

Clear waters — precipice reframed

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