Treasure Island

G.R. Gaus

(April 11 1950 / St. Louis)

Artesian Hot Spring


Deeply, driving, dispersing, destiny,
Brewing, bubbling, boiling to breathe,
Reaching, ripening, running, rampant,
Smoothly, soothing, silent, streams,
Gently, gliding, in gravity's grace,
Cooling, calming, collectively, clean,
Flowing, faithfully, finally, free……

Submitted: Wednesday, April 04, 2012
Edited: Monday, April 16, 2012
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Watching in awe as the heated water surfaces from some deep distant crevice carved in stone, from where it originates only the water knows as it flows, true and through, to arise; the artesian hot spring……

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