In torrential spate
it realised the bunds,
the boundaries,
were not set by its will.
They belong to the contractor
who poured the concrete,
a quick mix,
a quicker fix,
marked the limits,
killed its flow,
and tamed its will,
bounty, reverence notwithstanding.
Well, I'll be damned,
but aren't we all dammed!
And, amidst the cacophony
of an eerily silent night,
we hear ourselves
whine like the winding river...
-- Leslie
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