two shores, apart 
a river joins them together
lie facing,
admiring each other,
soft contours
and luscious green slopes
now their own 
since the last angry flood 
went away
and left them
alone in their comfort to heal,
now jealously
watch one another
as the river, 
dividing its time
kisses each bank in its turn.
they look to each other,
inseparable, needing, 
still secretly crumbling 
in a river's
parting caress…
Jon Bohrn (1998)



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