Thumbing through old photographs
I think of the old woman by the river,
I wonder if  her egg is still unbroken.

In a river context ,she is fixed in time
The river flowed unbroken at a point
A woman washed her clothes in river

And her boy pointed at a something
Beyond the hills and a  shirtless girl
Stood blameless for  finger pointing

A man through river boat, his hand
Stretches from context of river space.
All have  river context to live in time.

I re-live a moment from river context
When I existed in broken river space
But everyone’s context is broke soon.

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