the nature of the boxer is to fight on
to not withdraw, still standing firm
you face the mountains,
nemesis of your flow,
where you begin in cascades,
in trickles and stone
to the ocean's mouth
yet this is not your home
past bloodstone and shale
over pebbles lime and smooth,
this is a fight the river
will never end, will never refuse
and i will sit in your fragments,
the parts you allow
before the roar is shallowed out
to the mouth of a distant sea
watch the eagle find his meal
as the salmon spawn
take note of gentle toed deer
as they quench a thirsty need
and in the end you are like me,
the search for a silent home
where birch and willow can bend
to touch the surface of your grace
reflect the colors of unheralded dreams
from the strangers who come to the silence
sit and wonder of your distant path
as i watch you now, in twilight robes
at peace and all alone
Gold trophy winner
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~Pamela 
