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Meeting in Passau

3 rivers meet in passing;
they sit, drink black coffee,
converse in low voices, watching
the people in the beer garden,
smile at each other's jokes.
They stay the night,
wash laundry in the sink;
they kiss blessings onto
each other's cheeks, note
what's to come,
how they'll change on arrival
– really,
they are already there –
and continue course.
The people in the beer garden
still sit, watched by 3 rivers
who currently meet in passing.

5 Jan 18

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The poem is extremely beautifully composed. But I believe assignment writing would be very helpful in refining your already honed talent of poetry.
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