The spring rains Brought driftwood Down the river Depositing it At the boat ramp A mess That blocked the launch Of recreational craft I saw her approach Pulling a little cart She gleaned the pile Moving the limbs Searching for the pieces Bleached white By the turgid foam She eyed it Rejecting some Gathering others …
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