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The Stream

The Stream

 

Pit brown, eddies like molasses

Trout, their underbellies speckled

with mottled brown marks swim

inside a subterranean world

Ceaseless the water runs

Never the same pattern

As in life the moment passes

and can never be lived again.

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Comments

Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh

Mon 21st Nov 2022 10:36

Never the same pattern

As in life the moment passes

I like that; looking up at the clouds, or into a stream, never seeing exactly the same pattern - and yet there is a pattern?

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