The Great River

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Here the Rio Grande is dry

            a hollow bone without the marrow

            a sleeping body without blood

            waiting

            patient as the ceaseless wind

            blowing tumbleweeds

            into the dry rushes on its banks.

They say it runs with catfish in the spring

            who mysteriously are resurrected

            by the flood of melting snow,

            the spring release

            from reservoirs

            upstream.

Downstream

            we wander on the dry bed

            waiting

            for the life to come.

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