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Near the confluence of the Yakima And the mighty Columbia, the sun Is setting over the teeth of a saw Biting into the day soon to be done, And the night soon to begin, a rerun Of the night before and the day that dawned Before that, when, rising from bed, I yawned And pulled the curtain open in my room For a view of the parking lot and, beyond That, the future strange as an empty tomb.
Love the sky in this photo!
That poem flows like the Confluence of the Yakima and the Columbia!