River
 
The river leaves this valley
over and over, it has been leaving it
for thousands of years. A little trickling
among the rocks, a leaf swept away,
a branch slipped past a few stones.
And perhaps I too
am made only of departure, keys in my pocket
and name written in sand.
We stay by going. The river abandons
every place that it visits, and so remains there.

                                                        (from Miracle Atlas)
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