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Water

 

Water wiggles

its way down the creek

like a drunken sailor

it weaves in and out

 

slips on rocks

slides down slopes

hurtles toward

that which it cannot see

it has no idea

where it is going

 

never letting up on

its quest for finding home

its never ending search

 

it staggers

onward

toward the sea.

 

 

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Don Matthews

Wed 15th Aug 2018 15:14

I read this as person's journey through life looking for their home? Don't know if this fits?...?

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