a message, a symbol.
There is a river, it goes on forever,
there is a raft, it sails into sight,
on it are people,
wearing clothes white, and wonderful,
surely it is not what I suspect.
One by one, they swoon
into the river,
as they fall and rise, dip and drift ,
their pure white clothes spread out
as fronds of color, to marry them ,
with the rivers endless journey.
Tushie 1993
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