II. Yanaguana from Fluid by Darian Donovan Thomas

Rivers flow and refresh
Bring new breath
From fresh waters to new city.

Rush by the steady banks
As sun and moon
Smile evenly
Riding clouds as ferry
Across your rippling skirt.

Wisps of your hair
Mist the air
As new eyes find you -
First native,
Then distant,
Then current.

All who find you claim you
Smiling
Evenly
As they rush past now their banks
Having brought
New breath
With refreshing waters
To older city.

And cycle. Refresh. Cycle. Refresh. Rush. Refresh. Stagnate.

And cycle. Refresh. Cycle. Refresh. Rush. Refresh. Stagnate.

Who remembers
Refreshing waters?
They remember
Yanaguana.

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