Water Rules | Poetry | Hudson Valley | Chronogram Magazine
The sun falls
down the
mountain;
the Yellow
River flows
to sea: to
see far, you
have to climb
one more
mountain.

The moon shines
in the woods.
Mountain
water presses
against stone
arteries,
paring away
years as though
reversing
time.

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