There Are Questions Poem by delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........

There Are Questions



from
the old alder's trunk...
his root-feet
now
shaping
whorls
and
small eddies,
momentarily
slowing
the downstream
progress
of
these
young waters.....

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