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As white as the moon, the Orchid remains in bloom long after it should

Uplift your liquid songs, ye eddies bright

— from The River by Manuel Jose Othon https://poets.org/poem/river-3?mc_cid=86adea934a&mc_eid=ed9c8bae96

I taste your words on my tongue, young one – though ancient, too, as the hours before the storm that released you, and the pull from the Earth's center, irresistible – your endless journey from riverbank to raindrop never stops, does it? You are forever in motion, dancing to tides of ocean

Translated into Spanish by Claude/AI

Saboreo tus palabras en mi lengua, joven – aunque también antiguo, como las horas antes de la tormenta que te liberó, y la atracción desde el centro de la Tierra, irresistible - tu viaje interminable desde la orilla del río hasta la gota de lluvia nunca cesa, ¿verdad? Estás por siempre en movimiento, danzando al ritmo de las mareas del océano

for #writeout

The weekend pivots between two bright summer days and Autumn-like drizzle

for Algot

Hunker down, in here - come near – the wind storm reckons to rage on again

What creature came wandering through our streets last night, screaming in a pitched voice I didn't know, about something I couldn't see, leaving an echo in its wake?

A pear tree, growing, takes its time to settle in; then, bears sweetened fruit

Lit wicks, by daylight - the lamplight shines a shadow into the twilight

Early morning dew on a spider's web; painting glowing sunrise orbs

Interior painting requires a brush of deliberate delicacy,

a careful movement covering up what's now past;

some layers, never last

Kick-drum, rhythmic beat - the poem hits an odd meter, settling in groove

for Algot