Or a Shadow in a Culvert Below Us

But that river never had a fish in it,
that I could tell. It just went on
meandering, riverlike and fishless,
until it became a rivulet in a parking lot
or a shadow in a culvert below us
echoing, unheard, beneath our wheels.

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