Riverbed dries
Summers promise yields
Small trickles wending through deep roots and dying youth
Smiles all around
Waiting on the banks
Remembering the glacial torrent
Crisp mornings
Gray light gives way to sun cresting mountains
Pouring light
Into the pocketed dark
Kiss me there
In the grey
Between
Pelgris 
beautiful
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