river light

Once more the river draws me on
Lured by conceits of significance
In coruscating light at fall of night
And the dance of shadowed birds in flight
Yet for all the drift of hollow fancy
I know there is no meaning to ascribe
Beyond the passage of our rotating sphere
Describing its ritual encircling course
A progression dispassionate of my time
Careless of the day it closes
Or of human folly thus enfolded

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