The River and The Sky

The hills were green
The wind was blowing

And the gray cloudy sky
Had poured its own image
Between the rich soil of the banks
And into the river

The river, so unremarkable
The sky, so infinite
Yet the river, somehow
Held the sky

Is this the way?

Is this how
The image of infinity
Comes to be reflected
In all of us?

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