• Jan Avellana

through

Updated: Oct 8, 2019

let it come,

let it run in and

through,

a swift flowing stream,

carving the heartland,

changing the terrain,

taking sediment and stone.

it wanted to go around but no--

i said, come through me,

all the way through me,

changing my landscape,

the throbbing pulse,

soothing like a lullabye

for a lifetime and a legacy

running through me like a thread,

a son,

a river,

a song.

~ j. avellana

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