rain falling on the river,
the same river but never
the same, the sunrise stretching
like a bridge beneath the clouds,
the same sunrise but never
the same, the rain not raining
very hard, the sun rising
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This felt especially resonant today. This poem is sticky. I keep rereading and repeating it. So good!