Freedom pools behind the dam
Constructed of constraints
And swims, a fish contented,
With no business in the air
That this water was when creeks
Cut canyons with their flash floods
That were rampaging runners
Of rocks, logs, and detritus
Carving shadowy beauties
Now bubbling down in the dark
Where raging sediments sink
And fish float free, suspended.
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