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Invisible River - Jan. 21, 2026

  • Gary Hunter
  • 14 hours ago
  • 1 min read

wind acts like water

flows through trees

pushes leaves

spirals in eddies

spills down mountains

cuts channels around buildings,

and sometimes rages like a river

sweeping everything away

 

a muscular one last year hurled plastic

chairs and bags, flung papers,

threw sand, palm fronds, scattered

cups, hats, branches

 

as if an invisible river had flooded

the valley, debris everywhere,

exactly what a feisty rainstorm

would leave in its wake

 

except for

a brilliant desert sun

 

and the groan of thirsty roots

unheard in the wind

 
 
 

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