Vespers

Vespers

The river is home to fish.

The water flows towards the sea.

The birds sing for those willing to listen.

The tear can come from beauty revealed.

The idea you carry can become a poem.

The boot can let you walk further.

The photograph depends on someone taking it.

I want to see how the sun meets the water.

I want to hear how water flows around rocks with moss.

I want to pick up a pebble on the riverbed. Not because it is spectacular, but because it ties me too, to the river.

Poem discussed with Microsoft Copilot, OpenAI ChatGPT, Anthropic Claude and Google Gemini.

In conversation with Naomi Shihab Nye’s «Famous».

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