The green soul of the river bathes the blackened hearts of men.
Without pause, without haste,
she carries them downstream.
Here before ridges, valleys,
She lasts beyond her despoilers.
Her song obscured by bridge-going cars,
Her dance musicless, just ripple and shine.
A highway no longer maintained by human hands,
Crumbles into a green embrace:
An ephemeral moment in an ancient course.
Deep between coal-bearing ridges,
Dusty hands cleansed of their splinters
The weight of human history haunts her banks.
The lush cover is a second skin.
Sister River, she is her own sibling.
Today is yesterday’s shrine.
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