The river carries
The leaves of yesterday away
Floating downstream
To a place
We never thought we’d be
Like folded paper boats
Chasing our dreams
Before they sink
Under a cool brisk sky
Growing more naked
As our day drifts on
So by the time we reach
The banks
Of a bend in our river
We are nothing more
Than sticks and stones
Colliding straight
Into what’s left of the other
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