River's Breach

There is a moment
When you discover
Someone you thought a friend
Is faking it
From politeness or social inertia
Or something else
While despising you
Where your world's river
Shifts and rearranges
Breaking a new bed
Sweeping dried leaves ahead
Wetting parched neglected land
So that in some distant day
The water can run clear again


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