Bad Rivers
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It is January
and the moon cracks
with frost.
I light a candle
to thaw my thoughts.
They run in bad rivers
and I am caught
in a net of sorrow.
I'll cry tomorrow
when sunrise breaks
slowly
through the dark
to ask questions.
Sally Plumb
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